The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1895-11-06

strugg lie Is nothing to theirs. DO we,
in Christ's cause, suffer from the cold
They walked Greenland's icy noun
tains. Do we suffer from the heat:
They sweltered in the tropics. Do we
get fatigued? They tainted, with none
to care for them but cannibals. Are
we prosecuted? They were anathema.
tized. And as they look from their
gallery and see US falter in the presence
of the lions I seem to hear Isaac Watts
addressing usin his old hymn, only
a little changed:
Must you be carried TO the skies
On towery beds of ease
Whi'e otterS fought to win the prize,
Or sailed through bloody seas?
Toplady shouts in his old hymn:
Your haips ye trembling saints,
Down from the willows take,
Loud to the praise of love divine,
Bid every ,tring awake
While Charles Wesley, the Methodist,
breaks forth in his favorite words, q
little varied:
A charge to keep you have,
A God to glorify;
a never dying soul to save
And fit it for the sky!
1 look again, and I see the gallery
of our departed. May of those in
the other galleries we have heard Of,
but these we knew. Oh, how familiar
their faces, They sat at our tables,
and we walked to the house Of God in
company. Have they forgotten us
Those fathers and mothers started US
on the road of life? Are they careless
as 10 what becomes of US. And those
children, do they look on with stolic
indifference as to whether we win o.
lose this battle for eternity: Nay, see
that child running his hand over youl
brow and saying Father, do not fret
mother, do not worry" They remem-
Der the day they left us. They remem
Der the agony of the last farewell
Though years in heaven they knew oul
faces. They remember our sorrows
They speak our names. They watch
this fight for heaven. Nay, Isee then
rise up and lean over and wave before
US their recognition and encourage
ment. That gallery is not full. They
are keeping places for us. After We
have slain the lion they expect the
king to call us, saying, come up high
err" Between the hot struggles in the
arena I wipe the sweat from my brow
and stand on tiptoe, reaching up my
right hand to clasp theirs in rapturou:
handshaking, while their voices come
ringing down from the gallery, crying
''Be thou faithful unto death, and yor
shall have a crown.
But here I pause, overwhelmed with
the majesty and JOY Of the scene
Gallery of the king. Gallery of angels
Gallery of prophets and apostles. Gal
lery of martyrs. Gallery of saints
Gallery of friends and kindred Oh
majestic circles of light and love
Throngs. Throngs. Throngs! HoV
shall we stand the gaze of the universe
Myriads of eyes beaming on us. Myri
ads OF hearts beating in sympathy TO,
us. How shall we ever dare to sir
again? How shall we ever become dis
couraged again: How shall we ever
feel lonely again? With God for us
and angels for US, and prophets anc
apostles for us, and the great souls o.
the ages for us, and our glorified kind
red for us. shall we give up the tigh
and die? No, Son Of God, who dds
die to save us. No, ye angels, whose
wings are spread forth to shelter us
No, ye prophets and apostels, whose
warnings startle US. No, yelove ones
whose arms are outstretched to receive
us. No, we will never surrender.
Sore I must fight if / would reigp-
Be faithful to my Lord,
And bear tie cross, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.
Thy saints il all this glorious war
Shall conquer, though they die,
They see the triumph from afar,
and seize it with their eye
When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all thine armies shine
II robes Of victory through the skies
The glory shall bs thire.
NY hearers, shall we die in the arena
or rise to join our friends in the gal
lery! Through Christ we may come
off more than conquerors. A soldier
dying in the hospital rose up in bee
the last moment and cried: Here
Here" His attendants put him. .bacSor
his pillow and asked him why he
shouted Here" ''Oh heard the rol
call of heaven, and was only answer
ing to my name" I wonder whether,
after this battle of life is over, oul
names will be called in the muster rol
of the pardoned and glorified, anc
with the Joy Of heaven breaking upon
our souls we shall cry: Here. Here. :