The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1896-02-28


Christ who came to save the lost?
Who will put that weary head upon
the clean white pillow and watch by
day and watch by night until the hoarse
voice of the sufferer becomes the
whisper, and the whisper becomes only
a faint motion of the lips, and the faint
motion OF the lips is exchanged for a
silent look, and the cut feet are still,
and the weary eyes are still, and tho
frenzied heart Ia still, and all is still?
Who will have compassion on her
when no others have compassion?
Mother! Mother!
Oh! there is something beautiful in
sympathy-in manly sympathy, Wife
~ sympathy, motherly sympathy; yea,
and neighborly sympathy. Why was
1t that city was aroused with excite
ment when little child was kidnapped
from one of the streets? Why were
whole columns of the newspapers filed
with the story Of little child? 1t
was because we are all one in SYM
pathy, and every parent said: "How
If it had been my Lizzie? How if it
it had been my Mary? How if it had
been my Maud? How if it had been
my child? How If there had been one
unoccupied pillow in our trundle-bed
tonight? How If my little one-bone
of my bone and flesh Of my fiesh-were
tonight carried captive into some den
Of vagabonds, never to come back to
ne? How il it had been my sorrow
looking out of the window, watching
and waiting-that sorrow worse than
death?" Then when they found her
why did we declare the news all
through the households, and everybody
that knew how to pray said, THANK
God.? Because we are all one, bound
by one golden chain of sympathy. Oh!
yes, but have to tell you that If you
will aggregate all neighborly, manly,
wifely, mothcrly sympathy, it will be
found only poor starving thing COM
pared with the sympathy of our great
Shiloh, who has held in his lap the
SORROWS of the ages, and who is ready
to nurse on his holy heart the woes OF
all who will come to him. Oh! what
God, what a Savior we have!
There are people who think Christ
Perhaps he may. / should like to sec
the SCARED feet going up the stairs Of
palace in which all the glores OF
the Alhambra, and the Tai Mahal, and
the st. Marks, and the Winter Palace
are gathered. l should like to see the
world pay Christ in love for what 1t
did to him in maltreatment. l should
like to be one Of the grooms OF tbs
chargers. holding the stirrup as the
King mounts. O! what glorious
time it would be on earth If Christ
would break through the heavens, and
right here where he has suffered and
died have this prophecy fulfilled. Unto
him shall the gathering OF the people
be-" But failing in that, l bargain to
meet you at the ponderous gate or
heaven on the day when our Lord
comes back. Garlands Of all nations
on his brow-of the bronzed nations OF
the South and the pallid nations OF
the North-Europe, Asia, Africa, North
and South America, and the other con-
tinents that may arise meantime from
the sea, to take the places Of their
sunken predecessors; Arch of Trajan,
Arch of Titus, Arch of Triumph in the
Champs Elysees, all too poor to well
come this King Of kings, and Lord OF
lords, and Conqueror Of conquerors in
his august arrival. Turn out all
heaven to meet him. Hang all along
the route flags of earthly dominion,
whether decorated with crescent, or
star, or eagle, or lion, or coronet. Hang
out heavens brightest banner, with its
one star of Bethlehem and blood
striped of the cross. l hear the pro-
cession now. Hark! the tramp Of the
feet, the rumbling of the wheels, the
gathering of the hoofs, and the shouts
OF the riders. Ten thousand times ten
thousand, and thousands OF thousands.
Put up in heavens library, right be-
side the completed volume OF the
worlds ruin, the completed volume Of
Shiloh's triumph. The old promise
struggling through the ages fulfilled at
last: Unto him shall the gathering
Of the people be-"
While everlasting ages roll,
Eternal love shall feast their soul,
And scenes of bliss forever new
Rise in succession to their view.