Milford chronicle. [volume] (Milford, Del.) 1878-1974, 1896-08-28
and IN a perfect ecstasy OF SOU in his last
hour la frtafI ,anf.

"In the Christians home in glory
There remains land Of rest.
There my Saviour's gone before me
To fulfill my souls request
There is rest for tho weary.
There IS rest for you.
"sing, oh. sing, ye heirs Of glory.
Shout your triumphs you goi
lions gates are open for you,
You shall find an entrance through.
There "a rest for the weary.
"Therc is rcst for you, papa; there is rest
for you, mamma. And then putting
his hands over his heart, he said, "Yes,
there is rest FOR me. And then, he asked
them to read 1.-THE Lord is my Shepherd;
shall lot want Hc maketh me TO lie
down in green Pastures and lcadeth me be-
side still waters, p" and he cried out: 30
DEATH where is thy stings o grave, where
is thy victory"
Only 10 years old. And then he said,
"Now / wish yOu would just turn this
bed so / can look once moro on the foliage
and see the sun set " And they turned tho
bed And hc said, 81 do 50 wish that Jesus
would hurry and come and take me Z"
They said To him, why, arc you not will
ing 10 await the Lord : timeg" YES" he
said Il am; but l wo1ld rather Jesus
would como and hurry and take me " And
so, with a peace indcscribable he passed
away.
The Lords WIN.
Oh, there is nothing sad about a childs
death save the grief in the parents heart!
You sec the little ones go right out from
world of sin and suffering to a world Of
joy. How many sorrOws they escape, how
many tcmlt.tions, how many trOublesl
4 f1ts.N 1frn
are in peril. We know not what dark path
they may take. The day may come In
W hich they will break your heart, but
children dead are slfe-safe forever. Weep
ing parents, do not mourn too bitterly
over your child that has gone, There are
two kinds of prayers made at child's
sick led. One prayer the Lord likes; the
other Lrlycr he does not like. When soul
knecls down mt Il child's sick bed and says:
80 Lord, spare this little ono. He is very
near to my heart. l don't want to part
with him, hut thy will Ike dOne"-that is
the kind of IL riyer the Lord loves ThcIe
is another kind Of Irayer which l have
heard men make in substance when they
say; 80 Lord, this isn't right 1t is hard
to take this child. You have no right to
take this child. Spare this child l can't
The Lord answers that kind of a prayer
sometimes The child lives on and lives on
and travels off in paths of wickedness TO
perish. At the end of every prayer for
childs life say, "Thy will, o Lord, be
done "
Tho brightest lights that can be kindle1
Christ has kindled Let us, old and young, |
rejoice that heaNen is gathering up so
hgt 10 Mt fvn In hot fur
We are not strangers. There are those /
here who speak our name day by day, !
md they wonder why so long we tarry. If ,
could count up the names of all those ,
Who have gone out from these families in /
o the kingdom of heaven, it would take !
ne all day to mention their names. A I
great multitude before the throne You /
owed them Cnce you love them now, and ,
yer and anon you think you hear their .
oices calling you upward All, yes, they
lale ne cut from all these families, and
-ou want 10 Look to tell you Of the dying
xporience of Christian children You have
leard it. 1t has been whispered in
our car, o father o mother, o brother,
} sister. Toward that good land all
christians are bearing This swapping Of
eartstrings, this flight Of years, this tread
4
ng away. Under spring blossoms and
Trough summer harvests and across au.
nrmal leaves and through the wintry
we are passing on. Oh, rejoice
t it, children of God, rejoice at i'll How
&C shall gather them up, the loved and
ne lost Before we mount our throne, be-
orc we drink Ct the fountain, before we
.rike the harp of our eternal celebration,
g will cry out, "Wh,re are our loved and
,stg" And then how we shall gather
lem upi Oh, how we shall gather them
p! 4
In this dark world Of sin and pain
We only met TO part again,
But when we reach the heavenly shore
We there shall meet to part no more.
The hope that we shall see that day
Should chase our present griefs away.
When these short years Of pain are past
Wen meet before the throne ut last.