Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1894-02-22

/ away Ondt on the steps OF tne altdf Wde
something like the lachrymal, or tear
cottle, as | had seen it in the earthly
museums, the lachrymals. or tear-bot-
ties, into which the Orientals used to
weep their griefs and set them away as
sacred. But this lachrymal, or tear
bottle, instead of earthenware, as those
the Orientals used was lustrons and
fiery with many splendors and it was
towering and of great capacity. An
as | said to my attending an~ei.
What is that great lachrymal, or tea
bottle, standing on the step of the
altar?" and the angel said, why, do
you not know? That is the bottle 20
which David the Psalmist referred in
his fifty-sixth Psalm, when he said.
Put thou my tears into thy bottle. 1t
is full of tears from earth; tears of re-
pentance; tears of bereavement; tears
of joy; tears of many centuries" An
then | saw how sacred to the sympa-
thetic God are earthly sorrows.
As | was coming out of the temnle
saw all along the pictured walls there
were shelves, and golden walls We're
being set up on all those shelves. And
| said: "Why the setting up of those
walls at this time? They seem just now
to have been filed. 4" and the ATTENDING
angel said: THE week of prayer al
around the earth has just closed. an
more applications have been made
than have been made for long while
and these new walls, newly set up, are
what the Bible speaks OF as golden
walls full Of odors, which are the
prayers of saints. And ] said to the
accompanying angel: Can it be posi-
BILE that the prayers of earth are
worthy of being kept in such heavenly
shape?'' "Why" said the angel
''There is nothing that so moves
Heaven as the prayers of earth. and
they are set up in sight of these inf
mite multitudes. and, more than all, in
the sight of Christ and He cannot for
get them, and they are before Him
world without end"
Then we came out, and as the temple
is always open, and some worship at
one hour and others at other hours, we
passed down the street amid the
throngs coming to and going rom III
great temple. And we passed along
through a street called Martyr Place
and we met there, or saw sitting at the
windows, the souls of those who OF
earth went through the fire and iiooi
and under sword and rack. We saw
John Wiclliffe, whose ashes were by
decree of the council thrown into tn
river; and Rogers. who bathed hi,
hands in the fire as though it hail been
water: and Bishop Hooper, and McNaiL
and Latimer and Ridley, and rolycarp
whom the flames refused to destroy as
they bent outward till a spear did the
work: and some of the Alb gensss, and
Huguenots. and consecrated Qnakers
who were slain for their religion. They
had on them many sears, but their scars
were illumined, and they had on their
faces a look of especial triumph.
Then we passed along Song Row and
met some of the old gospel singers.
THAT is Isaac Watts" said my attend
ant As we came up to him he asked
me If the churches on earth were still
singing the hymns he composed at the
house of Lord and Lady Abney, 10
whom he paid a visit of thirty-six
years. and told him that many Of the
churches opened their Sabbath morn
ing services with his old hymn, "Wel- |
come, Sweet Day of Rest" and cele-
brated their gospel triumphs with his
hymn, salvation, o the Joyful Song"
and often reused their devotions by his |
hymn. Come We That Love the Lord. - |
While we were talking he introduced |
me to another of the song writers, aud |
said: This is Charles Wesley who be
longed on earth to different church !
from mine, but we are now members OF
the same church, the temple of God |
and the Lamb" And | told Charles |
Wesley that almost every Sabbath |
we sang one of his old hymns. Arm of |
the Lord. Awake" or, Come Let Us
Join our Friends Above:n or, "Love Di-
vine, All Love Excelling." And while
we were talking On that street called
Song Row, Kirk White, the consump-
tive college student, now everlastingly
we'll, came up and we talked over his
old Christmas hymn, when Marshaled
on the Nightly Plain" And William
Cowper came up, now entirely recov
cred from his religious melancholy.
and not looking as ii he had ever in
dementia attempted suicide, and we
talked over the wide earthly celebrity
and heavenly power of his old hymns
'swhen / Can Read My Title Clear"
and There is a Fountain F;lled With
Blood"
And there we met George w. Be-
thune. of wondrous Brooklyn pastor
- o,d told him of how his com fort
ing hymn had been sung at obsequies
all around the world-"It is Not Death
to Die" And Toplady came up ana
asked about whether the thurch was
still making use of his old hymn.
"Rock of Ages Cleft for Me-" And
we met on Song Row, Newton. and
Hastings, and Montgomery, and Hora-
ito Bonar, and we heard floating from
window to window snatches of the old
,,.,r,ns which they started on earth |