The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1896-02-15

- - -Aua< untv<rua What h thD use
- rtrxssi,x. Oh. child Of God, about
soo.s -BeA0ld tie fowls OF the an
sOr sh<r 30. nos. neither do they resp
nor r.sh<r into barns; yes our Hesv-
ely Faiher feete.h then Ana VII
He take care Of the sparrow. wu ne
take care q The raven viii he axe
ere Of the hawk. and let you dis4
What Is the use Of your fretting about
esoshss, Consider the lilies OF the
sid Shall He not much more eiothe
you, Oh. re Of litsle faithT What 10
,he use OF worrying for fezrsomething
VII happen 20 your homer he
b,s<Se;h the habitatiOn OF tho
I-ss-- Wa. Is the use of your frctting
les. yoa viii be overcome BY tempts-
,So-s7 God Is faithful. who viii not
Essr yo1 20 be tempted above that 70
are able; but viii with the temptation
Also make . way TO escape, that re may
Be able % bear IT, Oh. this Kings
highway: Trees OF life on either side,
bending over until their branches In
.e-socx and drop midway their fruit
ana shade Houses Of entertain
men. on either side the road
to- poor pilgrima Tables spread
with . feast of good thingx. and
walls adorned with apples Of gold In
u;c.ures Of silver. ! start out on this
Kings highway, and / fnd . harper,
and say: what is your name? The
harper makes no response, but leaves
me 20 guess. As, with his eyes toward
Heaven and his hand upon the trem-
bling strings. this tune comes ripping
on the air. The Lord Is my light and
M salvation Who shall fear? The
Lord Is the strength OF my life. OF
whom shall / be afraid? / go little
farther on the same rod and meet
q trumpe.er OF Heaven. and / say:
Haven't you got some music for
q tired pilgrim And, wiPing his
lip and taking long breath, he puts
his mouth 10 the trumpet 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 10 living fountains OF
water. and God shall wipe away all
tears from their eyes go little
distance farther on the same road. and
meet maiden OF Israel. She has no
harp. but she has Gym bals- They look
as II they had rus,ed from sea spray;
and / say 10 the maiden OF Israel
Hare you no song for q tired pill
GRIM And like the clang Of victors'
shields the eymbals clap as Miriam be-
gins 20 discourse. sing re 10 tho
Lord. for de hath triunphed glorious
IL; The horse and the rider hath He
thrown into the sea And then / see
q whi,e-robei group They came
bounding toward me. and say: Who
are they? The happies.. and the bright
est. and the taires. in ali Heaven-who
are they?- And the answer comes:
These are they who came out OF
great fluctuations and had ,heir robes
washed and made white IN the blood
OF the Lamb
Ipursue this subject only one step
further. What Is the terminus? do
not care how fne road you put me
on, l want IS know where il comes
out. Ny text declares IL: The re-
deemed Of the Lord come 20 Zion
You know what Zion was That was
the kings palace. II was q noun
tain fastness II was impreg-
nable. And so Heaven Is the
tas;ness Of the universe. No howitzer
has long enough range 20 shell these
towers Let all the batteries of earth
and hell blaze away. they can not
break in those gates Gibraltar was
taken. Sebastopol was taken, Babylon
tell: but these walls OF Heaven shall
never surrender either TO human or
Satanic besiegement The Lord God
Almighty is the defense Of IL Great
capital Of the universe. Terminus Of
of the Kings highway.
DR.. 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 CHANGER and Shakespeare.
Now, DIR. Dick have his mathematics
for all eternity, and Southey
his Shakespeare Give me Christ and
my old friends-that is all the, Heaven
l want Christ and His people that
knew on earth-that Is Heaven enough
for me. o, garden of light. whose
leaves never wither, and whose
fruits never fail. o. banquet
of God, whose sweetness never
pals the taste and whose guests
are kings forever. o, city Of
light, whose walls are salvation, and
whose gates are praise. o, palace of
rest, where God is the Monarch and
everlasting ages the length of His
reign! o. song louder than the surf
beat of many waters, yet soft as the
whisper OF cherubim.
o, glorious Heaven. When the last
wound is healed, when the last heart
break is ended. when the last tear of
earthly sorrow is wiped away, and
when the redeemed of the Lord shall
come to Zion. then let all the harpers
take down their harps, and all the trum-
peters take down their trumpets, and
all across Heaven let there be chorus
OF morning stars, chorus of white
rooed victors, chorus Of martyrs from
under the throne, chorus Of ages.
chorus of worlds and thara Z. -.