Decorah public opinion. (Decorah, Winneshiek County [Iowa]) 1895-1928, 1896-11-24

/ day dawn. No one was ever more
glad to see the morning than was Jacob
after that night Of struggle. 1t is APP
propriate for philanthropists and
, Christians to cry out with this angel
of the text. 'The day breaketh." The
worlds prospects are Frightening.
Superstition has had its strongest props
knocked out. The tyrants of earth are
falling fiat in the dust. The Church
Of Christ is rising up in its strength to
go forth, "fair as the morn, clear as the
sun, and terrible as an army with ban
ners." Clap your hands, all We people,
1.-The day breaketh."
AS l look around about me. 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 heart-broken.
God will lift your burden. God will
bring your dead to life. God will
stanch the hearts bleeding. l know
he will. Like as father pitieth his
children, so the Lord pities you. The
pains of earth will end. The tomb
will burst. The dead will rise. The
|. morning star trembles on Frightening
sky. The gates Of the east begin to
swing open. The day breaketh."
Luther and Melancthon were talking
together gloomily about the prospects
of the Church. They could see no
hope of deliyerance. After awhile, Luz
Their got up and said to Melancthon,
Come. Philip. let us sing the forty
sixth psalm, God is our refuge and
strength IN every time of trouble
Death to many. nay, to all, is a strug-
gle and wrestle We have many
friends whom it would be hard to
leave. care not how bright our future
hope is. 1t is bitter thing to look
upon this fair world, and know that
we shall never again see it's poisoning
spring, it's autumnal fruits, it's spark
ling streams, and to say farewell to
those with whom we played in child
hood or counselled in manhood. In
that night, like Jacob. we may have to
"iSobiC, u0l oou VIII hot iSdNS uo
blessed. 1t shall not be told in heaven
that a dying soul cried unto God for
help, but was not delivered. The lat
tice may be turned to keep out the sun,
or a book set to dim the light of the
midnight taper; or the room may be
filled with the cries Of orphanage or
widowhood or the Church of Christ
may mourn over our going; but, il Je-
sus calls, all is we'll. The strong wrest-
ling. by the brook will cease; the hours
of deaths night will pass along; enc
o'clock in the morning; two o'clock In
the morning; four o'clock in the morn
ing; five o'clock in the morning: 1.-The
day breaketh."
So would have it when die. l am
in no haste to be gone. l would like
to stand here twenty years and preach
this Gospel. I 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, 1 trust to be ready, my worldly
affairs Ell settled. If have wronged
others, want, then, to be sure OF
their forgiveness. In that last wrestr
ling, my arm enfeebled with sickness,
and my head faint, l want Jesus be-
side me. If there be hands on this
side of the flood stretched out to hold
me back, / want the heavenly hands
stretched out to draw me forward.
Then, o Jesus, help me on, and help
me up. Unfearing, undoubting, may
step right out into the light, and be
able to look back to my kindred and
friends, who would detain me here, ex-
claiming, Let me go-let me go! The
day breaketh.