The morning times., 1895-10-28
HELP OF THOSE DEPARTED.

HELP OF THOSE DEPARTED.
81 look again. and see the gallery of our
| departed. Many OF those in the other gal
| leries 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 stoliG Indifference as To whether we
win or lose this battle OF eternity? Nay; |
see that child running his hand over your
brow and saying, Father, do not fret
Mother, do not worry They remember
the day they left us. They remember the
agony OF the last farewell. Though years
III heaven, they know our faces They
remember our sorrows. They speak our
nanes They watch this fight for heaven.
Nay; | see them rise up and lean over,
and wave before US their recognition and
encouragement. That gallery is not full.
They are keeping places for u.s. After we
nave slain the lion, they expect the King
to call us, saying, Come up higher!
Between the hot struggles in tie arena |
wipe the sweat from my brow, and stand
on tiptOe, reaching up my right hand to
clasp theirs in rapturous Misunderstanding,
while their voices come ringing down from
AlAt II iAEs Af AhpA ioisiANA NAt1D
death, and you shall have a crown!'
Bat here | pause. overwhelmed with the
aiesty and the Joy OF the scenei
Gallery of the King! Gallery of angels,
Gallery of prophets and apostiesi Gallery
OF martyrsI Gallery OF saintsl Gallery OF
friends and kindredl Oh, majestic circles
of light and love. Throngs! Throngsi
Throngs How shall we stand the gaze
OF the universe? Myriads OF eyes beam
nsf MyriaGS pf hearts hpDfinps in
sympathy for us! How shall we ever
dare to sin again? How shall we ever be
come discouraged again? How shall We
ever feel lonely again? With God for us.
and angels for US, and prophets and apostles
for us, and the great sOnis of the ages for
us, and our glOrified kindred for us-shan
we give up the fight and die?
CLIMAX OF oRAToRY.
"No! Son of God, who didst die to
save us. No, ye angels, whose wings are
spread forth TO shelter US. mol ye prophets
and apostles, whose warnings stertle u.s.
No. ye loved ones, whose arms are out
stretched to receive u.s. MOI We viii never
surrender
My hearers! shall we die IN the arena
or rise to JOIN our friends in the gallery:
Through Christ we may come Off more
than conquerors. A soldier, dying in the
hospital, rose up in bed the last moment
and cried, Here! Herel' His attendant
put him back on the pillow and asked him
why he shouted 'Here!' oh, 1 heard the
roll call Of heaven and l was only answer
ing to my namel l wonder whether, after
this battle of life is over, our names will
be called in the muster roll of the par
doned and glorified and with the Joy
of heaven breaking upon our souls, We
shah cry, Here! Here!'
'Oh, will it not be glorious if We can all
at last rise into the galleries from which
Many years ago / came in from my coun-
try home to New York, where Julien was
giving his grand concert. had never seen
a great audience before. There were 5000
singers and 5000 players upon instru-
ments. What most impressed me was
the manner in which Julien controlled
that great harmony with the stroke OF
his hand and foot.
"0hl how much grander the occasion,
when. in the temple of the skies our
blessed Christ shall rise and mark the
time for the great doxology of heaven
As He rises all heaven will rise with
Him With His wounded hand and wound
ed foot He will control that great har-
mony.
Like the voice of many waters;
Like the voice of mighty thunderings.
"Worthy is the lamb that was slain to
receive blessing and riches, and honor and
glory and power. Hallejuhah! Allie
gughai'