The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1896-02-07

God" No weapon formed against
them can prosper. That is the bond,
signed, sealed and delivered by the
President of the whole universe. What
is the use of your fretting, oh, child Of
God, about food? Behold. the fowls
of the air; for they sow not, neither do
they reap, nor gather into barns; yet
your heavenly Father feedeth them"
And will He take care of the sparrows,
will He take care of the raven, will
He take care of the hawk, and let You
die? What is the use of your fretting
about clothes? Consider the lilies of
clothe you, oh We of little faith?"
What is the use of worrying for fear
something will happen to your home?
''He blesseth the habitation of the
just" What is the use of your fretting
lest you will be overcome of tempta-
lions? God is faithful, who will not
suffer you to be tempted above that We
are able; but will with the temptation
also makes a way to escape, that We
may be able to bear it." Oh, this Kings
highway! Trees of life on either side,
bending over until their branches in
terlock and drop midway their fruit
and shade. Houses of entertainments
on either side the road for poor pill
grims Tables spread with a feast
of good things and walls adorned with
apples of gold in pictures of silver.
start out in this Kings highway, and
l find a harper, and l say: what is
hn no
response, but leaves me to guess, as
with his eyes toward Heaven and his
hand upon the trembling strings this
tune comes ripping on the air: The
Lord is my light and my salvation.
Whom shall l fear? The Lord is the
strength of nv life. OF whom shall
be afraid?' l go little farther on
the same road and meet a trumpeter of
Heaven, and / say: Haven't you got
some music for tired Pilgrim" And
wiping his lip and taking a long
breath. he puts his mouth to the trum-
pet and pours forth this strain: They
shall hunger no more, neither shall
they thirst any more, neither shall the
sun light on them, nor any heat, for
the Lamb which is in the midst of the
throne shall lead them to living foun-
tains of water, and God shall wipe
away all tears from their eyes"
l go a little distance farther on the
same road and meet a maiden of Is
real. She has no harp, but she has SYM
balls. They look as if they had rusted
from sea spray; and Isay to the maiden
of Isreal: "Have you no song for
tired pilgrim?" And like the clang of
victors' shields the cymbals clap as
Miriam begins her discourse; Sing
We to the Lord, for He hath trinmphed
glOriously; the horse and the rider
hath He thrown into the sea-" And
then l see a white-robed group. They
come bounding toward me, and / say:
WHO are they?" The happiest and
brightest and the fairest in all Heaven
who are they?" And the answer
comes: "These are they who came out
of great fluctuations and had their
robes washed and made white in the
blood of the Lamb"
| pursue this subject only one step
further. What is the terminus? / do
not care how fine a road you put me
on, | want to know where it comes out.
Nv text declares it: The redeemed
of the Lord come to Zion" You know
what Zion was. That was the Kings
palace. 1t was a mountain fastness
1t was impregnable. And so Heaven is
the flstness of the universe. No how
itzer has long enough range to she'll
those towers. Let all the batteries of
earth and hell blaze away. they cannot
break those gates. Gibraltar was
shaken; Sebastopol was taken; Baby
lon fell: but these walls of Heaven shall
never surrender either to human or
besiegemeut. The Lord God
almighty is the defense of it. Great
capital of the universe! Terminus of
the Kings highway.
DIR. Dick said that. among other
things, he thought in Heaven he would
study chemistry, and geometry, and
comic sections. Southey thought that
in Heaven he would have the pleasure
of seeing Chaucer and Shakespeare.
Now, Dr. Dick may have his mathe-
MATES for all eternity, and Southey
his Shakespeare. Give me Christ and
nv old friends that is all the heaven
want. Christ and His people knew
on earth-that is heaven enough for
me. o. garden of light. whose leaves
never wither, and whose fruits never
fall o, banquet of God. whose sweet
ness never pals the taste and
whose guests are kings forever! o.
city of light, whose walls are saliva
ton and whose gates are praise! o,
palace of rest, where God is the mon
arch and everlasting ages the length
IF His reignl o, song louder than the
,urf-beat of many waters, yet soft as
he whisper of the cherubim!
o, glorious HeavenI When the last
wound is healed, when the last heart
break is ended. when the last tear
IF earthly sorrow is wiped away
md when the redeemed of the
Lord shall come to Zion, then
ct all the harpers take down their
larps. and ali the trumpeters take
lawn their trumpets. and all across
Heaven let there be chorus of morn
ny stars, chorus of white rObed vic
ors, chorus of martyrs from under the
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