The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1895-08-02
THE LONDONDERRY SITTER.

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l had no peace under the eye of God M
iii l became Christian. Hear it.
"Tho eyes of tho Lord arc in every
place" His eyelids try tho children
of men. l." ellis eyes were as fame of
fire. AZ will guide thee with mine
eye" Oh, tho eye Of God, so full of
pity, so full Of power, 50 full of love,
so full of indignation, SO full Of COM
passion. so fun of mercy HoH5 it peers
through the daIlinessl How it outshines
tho day How 1t glares upon tho offend.
erl How it beams ON the penitent soul :
Talk about tho human eye as being in
describably wonderful How much more
wonderful tho great, searching, over
whelming eye of God All eternity past
and all eternity to come on that retina
A Searching Glare.
The eyes Will which we look into
each others face today Suggest it. 1t
stands written twice on your face and
twice on mine, unless through casualty
one OF both have been obliterated. "He
that formed the eye, shall he not see?"
Oh, the eye Of God 1t sees our Sorrows
to assuage them, sees our perplexities
to disentangle them, sees our wants to
sympathise with them, If we fight him
back, the eye of an antagonist. If we
ask his grace, the eye of an everlasting
friend. You often find in book OF
manuscript star calling your attention
to footnote or explanation. That star
the printer calls an asterisk. But all
the stars of the night are asterisks call
ing your attention to God--an all OBJ
serving God, Our Every nerve divine
handwriting. Our every muscle pull.
ley divinely swung Our every bone
sculptured with divine suggestion. Our
every ego reflection Of the divine eye.
God above us, and God beneath us, and
God before us, and God behind us, and
God within Us.
What a stupendous thing to live!
What a stupendous thing to diel No
such thing as hidden transgression. A
drani,atis advocate in olden times, at
night in courtfdomy persuaded of the
innocence of his client charged with
murder and of the guilt of the witness
who was trying to sweaS. the poor mans
life away-that sdeocaS took up two
bright lamps and thrust them close up
to the face of the witness and cried,
MAY it please the court and gentlemen
Of tho Jury, behold the murderer and
the man, practically under that awful
glare confessed that he was the erimi
nal instead of the man arraigned at the
lar, Oh, my friends, our most hidden
sin is under brighter light than that.
1t is under the buruifg eye Of God. He
is not blind giant stumbling through
the heavens. lie is not blind monarch
feeling for the step Of his chariot. Are
you wronged? He sees it. Are you poor?
He sees it. Have you domestic perturba-
ton Of which the world knows nothing?
He sees it. ooh" you say, my affairs
are SO insignificant | can't realize that
God sees me and sees my affaiSs. Can
you see tbs point of a pin? Can you see
the eye of needle? San you see mote
in the sunbeam? And has God given you
shat power of minute observation, and
does he not possess it himself? He that
formed the eye, shall he not see?"
Restored to Sight.
But you say: "God is in one world
and am III another world. He seems SO
far off from me I DON'T really think he
sees what is going on in my life. - Can
you see the sun 95, 900, 900 miles away,
and do you not think God has as pro
4 hinged vision? But you say, There are
phases Of us life aud there are colors
shades Of color-ifi my annoyances
and my veXations that don't think God
can understand. :" Does rot God gather
lp all the coiors and all the shades of
color in the rainbow? And do you sup
pose there is any phase or any shade in
your life he has not gathered up in his
own hearth Besides that | want to tell
you it will soon all be over, this strug-
gle. That eye of yours, so exquisitely
| fashioned and strung, and hinged and
rooted, will before long be closed IN the
last slumber. Loving hands will smooth
down the silien frinses. So he giveth
his beloved sleep, A legend of st. Fro
| tobert is that his mother sgas blind, and
he was SO sorely pitiful for the misfor-
tune that one day i'll sympathy he kissed
her eyes. and by miracle she saw every
thing. But it is not legend when tell
you that all the blind eyes OF the Chris
tian dead under the kiss Of the resurrec-
ton morn shall gloriously open. Oh,
What a day that will be for those who
went cropping through this world under
! perpetual obscuration on were depend
ent on the hand of friend, or with al
uncertain staff felt their way, and foi
the aged of dim sight about whom il
may be said that they which look out
Of the windows are darkened' whe1
eternal daybreak comes in! What bean
tiful epitaph that was for tombstone
III a European cemetery: Here repose'
in God, Katrina, saint, So years o
age and blind The light was restored tc
her Nav 10 1910 ~