Orange County observer. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1880-1918, 1896-09-10

learned IL ani in pcr'e,, sc-,a-v OF soul
IN his las; hoar. he cried on,
10 the Christians home in glory
There remains a land Of rest.
Iher" nv Saviours gone before M
tt fnlnl nv souls request;
Their. il rest FOR the weary
There Is Tvs: for Won
sing. oh sing, W heirs Of glory
shout Your 'riumphs as YOU SO;
Lions gates are open for YOU.
fou shall find An entrance through
There is rest for the weary
Their is rest for you. napa thsre Is res
Tor YOU. mamma" And then putting hi
hands over his heart. he said: YES. there /,
rest Tor me" And then he asked them I.
read Tho Lord is my shepherd I shall no
want. He makcth me 10 lie down in greer
pastures. and dleadeth u,e beside sill waters.
and he cried out; 20 Death. where Is tn.
sting! Grave. whore is thy vic,orv?'
Only Ten years old, And then he said
Now l wish you would Just turn this bed 5.
Ican look once more on the foliage and se.
the sun set, And they turned the bed. ant
ne said. II do 50 wish that Jesns woule
hurry and come and take me-" They sais
to him. why ar" you not willing to await
the Lords fimet" Yes" he said Il am
but | would rather Jesus would come ant
hurry and take me-, And 50, with a peac.
'A''Fstf itkcR. uc IaSSetl hW0N-
Oh. there IA nothing sal abou. n child.
death save the grief In the parents heart
You see the little ones 60 right out from
world of sin and sun Arinc To n world Of loy
How many sorrows they escape how man,
temptations. how many troubles Children
dead are safe. Those that live are In peril
We know not what dark path they NAV take
The day NAV come in which they will break
your heart: but children deaf ara safe-safe
fnrnSPF. NepnluCe In
too bitterly over your child that has gone
There ar" two kinds Of PRAYERS made nj n
"hiid's sick bed. One prayer the Lord like.
the other prayer He does not like Wher
soul kn""|s down at a child's sick bed am
says: 30 Lord. spare this little one. he IL
very near I" my heart. | don't want To par
with him. but Thy will be done"-that is tn.
kind OF a prayer the Lord loves. There
another kind OF prayer which have heart
men make in substance when they say: "(
Lord. this isn't right; II is hard to take tht
child; YOU have no right to take thi:
child: spare this child; can't give hin
up. | wont give him up The Lore
answers that kind of PRAYER some
times. The child lives and lives on ant
travels of in paths of wickedness to perish
At the end OF every PRAYER for a chili's life
say: Thy will. o Lord be done"
The brightest, lights that can DO kintiled
Christ hns kindled. Let rs. ola aud young
rtloice tnAt heaven Is gathering up much
that is attractive. In that fnr land we ar,
not strangers. There are those there wht
speak our name day by day and they won
der why SO long we tarrY. II could couu,
up the names of all those who have gon.
out from these families into the kingdom O
heaven, 1t would take me all day to~mentiol
their names. great multitude before th.
throne. You loved them once; you love then
now: and ever and anon you think YOU hea
their voices calling you upward. Ah yea
they have gone out from all these families
and you want no book to tell you of the Nv
ing experience ot .Gbrtstia8. cetiilta:eo sister
Toward that good land all Christians arr
bearing. This swapping OF heart-strings. thii
flight Of years, this tread OF the heart reminds
us that we are passing away. Under sprin,
blossoms. and through summer harvests. .anc
! across autumna, leaves; and through ths
wintry snowbankg. we are DassinC on. oh
rnlo'ce IT IT, CHILDREN Of God. rejoice at II
''aw - : gather them up. the loved ant
Before we mount our throne. be
lore We drink OF the fountain, before W.
strike the harp Of our eternal celebration
we will cry out: "Where are our loved ant
| lost?" And then, how we snail gather then
| up, Oh. how we shall gather them up,
In this dark world OF sin and pain
We cnly meet to part again
But when Wa reach the heavenly shore
We there shall meet to part no more.
The hope that we shall sec that day
| Should chase our present grlefs away;
When these short years OF pain are past
| Well meet before the throne al last.