Orange County observer. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1880-1918, 1896-10-22

loot, the time that he STOPPED down ana
with His finger wrote o. the ground the
hypocrisy II tina Pna:isees. But when Hs
writes Your name in the heavenly archives.
~ believe H. has, or hope He may. it is to
STAY there from age to age. from cycle to
cycle. from "aon t. ea1n. And 50 for a. YOU
Christian people | do what John G. Whittier.
III" diving poet. said lie wanted done in his
hone. Lovely man be was, sat with him
IL a haylnow q whole summer afternoon. and
heard him tell the story Of his life. He had
for many years been troubled with neonnia
aud was & very poor sleeper. and he ALWAYS
had the window curtain Of his room 10 SO az
10 zee the first ihtimation Of sunrise. When
ne was breathing his last in the morning
ho1r. in MS HON: in the Massachusetts VIII
,ce. thr nurse ttolcht that the light Of the
rising sun was 100 strong for bin. and so
plHei tn Tlntrw curtain d0.ru. The last
thing the great Qlak@c poet did was 70 wave
ms hanA - hav- the curtain up. He wanted
70 Depart in this fall -ush OF the morning
And thought il might be helpful and in
-pirinc t. all Christian souls 10 have moro
Iicht about IN" future. sol pull up the cur
tam III IN" glorious sunrise Of INV text and
7ly. "E"loI'a that your names are written In
heaven. BrInc on your dox0log.es, Wave
our palms Shout your Victories, Pull up
al tn" curtains of bright expeCtationsi Yea,
MOIST The WINDOW itself ani let the perfume
% the morning gtorie-' o. the Kings gar
den come in, Aud the music Of harps all
a-tr-mble with symphonies. AMI tile sound
y the SUR Of seas dashin1 !, tnr foJ. u the
throne Of God and the Lamp
But there is only one wort Oh all tils sub
jet u Divine chiro-raphy in heaven that
c~onfuse5 me. AMI that is the small aIy--',
which -. John adds when he quotes theirxs
in Revelation and speaks Of some ..whos.
names are not written ia the Book OF Life Of
the Lamb slain Oh. that awfnt a tv-rb
not" By full submission to Christ the
Lord. have the way all cleared bet gen Wv
and the sublime registration Of you nam-
this moment. VIM not look W to sestnat
they are all ready TO put your nam@ a npn,
the blissful imnQr1!s? There is the nl.ltv
Folume it IS wide open. There is tle ,r.n:
it is from the wing OF tbe Angel - the
New Covenant" There ia the ink: It y rei
rom tho Calvaraan sacrifice. And ther- i
tho Divine Scribe. the glorious Lord VII
wrote your fathers name, and your motn-
era name there. and your chiid's nam.
there. and who is ready to write your name
there. Will you consent that He do it? Be-
fore | say amen" to this service, ask Him
to do il. | wait a moment for the tremen-
dous action Of your will. for it is only an
action Of your viii. Here some one says,
Lord Jesus. with pen p!ucKe1 from angelic
ElnS, and dipped in the red ink of Golcotha,
write there either that which Is now nv
earthly name or that which shall be my
heavenly name | pause a second longer
that all may consent. The pen of the Divine
Scribe is in the fingers and is lifted and is
lowered, and 1t touches the shining page,
and the word is tracet I, in trembling and
bold aud unmistakable letters. He has put
1t down in the right place.
And If there be in all this assembly a hope
less case, so-called hopeless by yourself and
others. | take the responsibility OF saying
5that there Is a place in that Book where your
name would exactly lit in, AMI look beauti-
ful, and you can, quicker than l can clap my
hands together, have il there. A religious
meeting was thrown open, and all those who
could testify OF the converting grace OF God
were asked to speak. Silence reigned a mo-
ment. and then Il man covered with the
marks OF dissipation arose and said: You
can see from my looks what l have been, but
| am now n saved man. When | left home a.
thousand miles from here l had 50 disgraced
my fathers name that he said. AS you ara
going away l have only two things to ask Of
YOU. first. that you will never come hOma
again, and next, you will change your name
, | promised. l have not heard my real name
for years. I went the whole round Of sin,
until there was no lower depth TO fathom.
, But | am by the. grace Of God a changed
| man. l wrote home asking forgiveness for
; my waywardness, and here are two letters,
!, one from my father and another from my
sister. My mother died Of a broken heart
l But these two letters ask mo to come home,
I and boys, l start tomorrow morning" The
. fact was that his name was written In
heaven, where l pray God all Of our names
: may be written though SO unworthy are the
| best OF US, and all Of us. If you have ever
D been in the thick woods and heard the sound
l Of village bells YOU know the sound is hin.
[ dered and muf1ied by the foliage, though
; somewhat sweet, but as you come to the
. edge Of the woods the sounds become clearer,
, and more charming and when you step out
! from the deep shadows into the sunlight yor
hear the full, round. melliluou5 ringing O.
. the bells. Oh, y", down in the thick shadow!
> OF unbeiief and who hear only the fain
, notes Of this Gospel bell, come out into thu
. clear sunlight Of pardon and peace, and heal
n the full chime of eternal harmonies from al
the tower Of heaven. Oh. Come out 9th
woods!