Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1896-11-16

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20 CRY out with this angel of the text,
1.-THE day breaketha'' The worlds pros
meets are Frightening. Superstition has
had its strongest props knocked out.
The tvrants of earth are falling fiat in
the dust. The church of Christ is rising
I'D in its strength to go forth, "fair as
the morn, clear as the sun and terrible
as an army with banners. Clap your
hands, all ye people, ''the day break
eth -
AS I look around about me I see
many who have passed through waves
of trouble that came up higher than
their girdle. In Gods name l proclaim
cessation Of hostilities. You shall not
always go saddened and heartbroken.
God will lift your burden. God will
bring your dead to life. God will stanch
the hearts bleeding. I know he will.
Like as father pitieth his children, so
the Lord plties you. The pains of earth
will end. The tomb will burst. The
dead will rise. The mofning star trem-
bles on Frightening sky. The gates of
the east begin to swing open. The day
breaketh. =
Luther and Melanchthon were talking
together gioomily about the prospects Of
the church. They could see no hope Of
deIiverance. After awhile Luther got
up and said to Melanchthon, ''Come,
Philip, let US sing the Forty sixth
Psalm, God is our refuge and strength
in every time of trouble. -
The Last WrestIe.
Death to many, nay, to all, is a
struggle and a wrestle. We have many
friends whom it would be hard to leave,
[ care not how bright our future hope
is. It is bitter thing to look upon this
fair world and know that we shall new
er again see its poisoning spring, it's
autumnal fruits its sparkling streams
and to say farewell to those with whom
we played il childhood or counseled in
manhood. In that night, like Jacob, we
may have to wrestle, but God will not
leave us unblessed. It shall not be told
in heaven that dying soul cried unto
God for help, but was not delivered.
The lattice may be tArned to keep out
the sun or a book SET to dim the light
of the midnight taper, or the room may
be filed with the cries of orphanage or
widowhood, or the church of Christ
may mourn over our going, but if Jesus
calls all is we'll. The strong wrestling
by the brook will cease, the hours of
deaths night will pass along, 1 o'clock
in the morning, O'Clock in the morn
ing, 8 o'clock in the morning, ''the
day breaketh
So I would have it when die. am
in no haste to be gone. I would like to
stand here 20 years and preach this Cos
pei. l have no grudge against this
world. The only fault have to find
with this world. is that it treats me too
well. But when the time comes to go
I trust to be ready, my worldly affairs
all settled. If / have wronged others, L
want then TO be sure of their forgive
ness. In that last wrestling, my arm
enfeebled with sickness and my head
faint, | want Jesus beside me. If there
be hands on this side of the flood stretch
ed out to hold me back, 1 want the
heavenly hands stretched out to draw
me forward. Then. o Jesus, help me
on and help me up. Unfearing, I'M
doubling, may step right out into the
light and be able to look back to my
kindred and friends who would detain
me here exclaiming: Let me go, let
me go, The day breaketh. y