The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1895-11-22

doomed. aat John soBdfor o. lai'a 7fa' |
and David buuuord % the nhaflf'nt' "tan-
gcllzel. and Mrl. A1oH.rtm Juit1n. who's. |
prayer. Cor nurma took heaven hf $50 onen. |
AN These Christians arh lootlnH mlo lHH |
arena. Our STRUGGLE ga nothing o. iheir'. |
DO we. in OhrlNH cause. suffer from tan
cold2 They walked Green.anIa iev noun
talna DO we uner from th'heat ihey
swsiterod in ihH tr1pic+ DO WN Reg
fal.ruolY They limited with uths in caro-
f0r Thorn but oaHnIb1ia. Are Wn pet.a'nlf3f
They were an1then8Uz3I. And na they look
from their gallery and Fee uH falier in thH
presence OF Che lions / seem Co hear l.aa'
Watts addre ling us ia hi8 old hymn, only
little chung8i'
Mus, YOU De cHrriel 10 The skies
on h0WorV hols 90 oase.
While others fought 90 via ihc pr,ze,
or smiled through bloody aH
Toplady shouts On Dds old hymns
your harps. so trembling s1inta,
Down from One Willows take.
Loud tO the praise OF love divine,
Bid every string awake.
While Charles wesley. tho Methods, breaks
forth I'm his iayorte words, little yuriof
A charge 20 keen you have,
Col 10 glorify
never dying soul 10 save,
Aud ft % for the skyl
I look again. and see the gallery o' our
departed. Many OF those Ia the other gal-
tories wa have heard Of, but these we know
Oh how familiar their faces! They sat at
our tables, and we walked 10 the house OF
| God In company. Have they forgotten usf
| Those fathers aud mothers started us on tho
road OF life. Are they careless as 90 what
| becomes oius} And those children, do they
| look on with stolid indifference as 30 whether
/ we win or lose this battle for eter-
nuy2 Nay; / see that child running his
/ hand over your brow and snying' Pa
/ Their, do not fret" "Mother. do not worry"
They remember the day they left rs. They
remember the agony Of tho last farewell
J Though years In heaven. they know our faces.
/ They remember our sorrows. They speak
| our names. They watch this nght for heaven.
| Nay; / see them rise up and lean over and
/ wave before us their recognition aud
! announcement. That gallery Is not full.
1 They are keeping places for u.s. After We
have slain the lion they expect the King TO
call us. saying, "Come up higher!" Between
the hot struggles In the arena | wipe the
sweat from my brow and stand on uptoe,
reaching up my right hand 70 clasp theirs In
rapturous handshaking, while their voices
1 come ringing down from the gallery, crying,
have a crownm
But here I pause. overwhelmed with the
majesty and the 10y OF the scene! Gallery OF
the King! Gallery OF angelsl Gallery OF
prophets and apostlasl Gallery Of martyrs!
Gallery OF saints! Gallery Of friends and
kindrell Oh, majestic circles OF light and
Lowell Throngsl Throngs! Throng5! How
shall we stand the gaze OF the uniyersel
Myriads Of eyes beaming on us! Myriads OF
hearts beating in sympathy for usl How
shall we ever dare to sin again? How
shall we ever become discouraged agatni
How shall we ever feel lonely againi
With God for US, and angels for US, and
prophets and apostles for MS, and the great
souls Of the ages for MS, aud our gorlhed
kindred for MS, shall we give up the fight
and die? No, Son Of God, who didst die to
save usl No. ye angels, whose wings are
spread forth to shelter us No. ye prophets
aud apostles, whose warnings startlo us
No, We loved ones, whose arms arc out
stretched to receive US. No, we will neye
surrender
Sure must fight II would reign
Be faithful to my Lord,
Aad bear the cross, endure the pain,
Supported by Thy word.
Thy saints in all this glorious war
small conquer though tney ulc'
They see the triumph from afar.
And seize it with their eye.
When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all Thine armies shine
In robes OF victory through the skies,
The glory shall be Thine.
My hearers, shall we die in the arena 0
rise to join our friends in the gallery
Through Christ we may come of more tina
, conquerors. A soldier, dying in the hos
pitai, rose up ia bed the last moment an'
cried: "Here Here!" His attendants pu
him back on his pillow and asked him VIII
he shouted. 'Herei"
"Oh! 1 heard the roll call Of heaven, an
/ l was only answering to my name!' wor
der whether, after this battle OF life is over
our names will be called in the muster 70
OF the pardoned and glorihed, and with tn