The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-08-24

/ In the Christians home In glory.
/ There remains "a land Of rest
! There my Savi0ur's gone before me
To fulfil my souls request
/ There is rest for the weary,
/ There Is rest for you
/ Sing. % sing We heirs Of glory.
| Shout your triumphs as you 90,
/ lions gates are open for you,
You shall find an entrance through
| There IS rest for the weary.
There is rest for you. papa. there is rest
| FOR YOU. mamma" And then putting his
hand over his heart he said. Yes. there
| is rest for me-" And then he asked them
/ TO read The Lord is my Shepherd. ! shall
not want. He maketh me 10 lie down in
| green pastures. and leadeth me beside still
waters and he cried out: 20. death,
where is thy sting? o. grave, where is
thy victory"
only DO years old. And then he said.
Vow ] wish you would just turn this bed
so / can look once more on the foliage and
see the sun set" And they turned the
bed: and he said. Il do so wish that Jesus
would hurry and come and take me. 3"
They said 10 him, why, are YOU not
willing TO await the Lords timer Yes,
he said. Il am; but ] would rather Jesus
would come and hurry and take me" And
So with peace indescribable, he passed
away.
On there is nothing sad about a child's
death save the grief in the parents heart.
You see the little ones 90 right out from
a world Of sin and suffering TO a world of
JOY. How many sorrows they escape, how
many temptations, how many troubles!
Children dead are safe. Those that live are
In peril. We know not what dark path they
may take. The day may come in which
they viii break your heart; but children
dead are safe-safe forever. Weeping pa
rents. do not mourn too bitterly over your
child that has gone. There are two kinds
Of prayers made at a childs sick bed.
one prayer the Lord likes; the other prayer
he does not like. When a soul kneels down
at a chid's sick-bed and says: 80, Lord,
spare this little one; he is very near to my
heart; don't want to part with him. but
thy viii be done. that is the kind of
prayer the Lord loves. There is another
kind of prayer which / have heard men
make in substance when they say: 80
Lord. this isn't right; IL Is hard to take
this child; you have no right TO take this
child. spare this child. l can't give him
up. and / won't give him up" The Lord
answers that kind of a prayer sometimes.
The child lives on and lives on. and tray
els off in paths of wickedness to perish. AT
the end Of every prayer for a child's life
say. Thy will,O Lord. be done"
The brightest lights that can be kindled,
young, rejoice that heaven is gathering
up so much that is attractive. In that far
land we are not strangers. There are
those there who speak our name day by
day, and they wonder why so long we
tarry. II / could count up the names Of
all those who have gone out from these
families into the kingdom of heaven, it
would take me all day to mention their
names. A great multitude before the
throne. You loved Them once; you love
them now; and ever and anon you think
you hear their voices calling you upward.
All, yes, they have gone out from all
these families, and you want no book to
tell you of the dying experience of Chris
tan children. You have heard it; IL has
been whispered in your ear, father, o
mother, Q brother o sister Toward that
good land all Christians are bearing. This
swapping of heart-strings, this flight of
years, this tread of the heart reminds us
that we are passing away. Under spring
blossoms, and through summer harVests,
and across autumnal leaves, and through
the wintry snow-banks. we are passing
on. O. rejoice at it, children of God, re-
| joice at it! How we shall gather them
up, the loved and the lost! Before we
mount our throne before we drink of the
| fountain, before we strike the harp of our
| eternal celebration. we will cry out:
| Where are our loved and lost?" And
then, how we shall gather them up! o,
how we shall gather them up!
In this dark world of sin and pain
We only meet 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 at last.
/