The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1896-09-03

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this bed so can look once more on the
foliage and see the sun set And they
turned the bed; and he said, 81 do wish
that Jesus would hurry and come and
take me-" They said to him, s'Why,
are you not willing to await the Lords
time" "Yes," he said, 81 am; but I
would rather Jesus would come and
hurry and take me-" And so, with
peace indescribable, he passed away.
Oh, there is nothing sad about
child's death save the grief in the par
entS' heart. You see the little ones 20
right out from a world of sin and suf-
Nfering to a world of JOY. How many
sorrows they escape, how many temp
tations, how many troubles! Children
dead are safe Those that live are in
peril. We know not what dark path
they may take. The day may come in
which they will break your heart; but
children dead are safe-safe forever.
Weeping parents, do not mourn too bit
terly over your child that has gone.
There are two kinds of prayers made
at child's sickbed. One prayer the
Lord likes; the other prayer he does
not like. When a soul kneels down at
a child's sick bed and says: 20, Lord,
spare this little one; he is very near to
my heart; 1 don't want to part with.
him, but thy will be done''-that is the
kind Of prayer the Lord loves. There
is another kind of prayer which I have
heard men make in substance when
they say: 20 Lord, this isn't right; it
is hard to take this child; spare this
child; can't give him up, and I won't
give him up" The Lord answers that
kind of a prayer sometimes. The child
lives on and lives on, and travels off in
paths of wickedness to perish. At the
| end of every prayer for child's life,
say: ''Thy will, o Lord, be done:''
The brightest lights that can be
kindled, Christ has kindled. Let us,
old and young, rejoice that heaven is
gathering up so much that is at
tractive. In that far land we are not
strangers. There are those there who
speak our name day by day, and they
wonder why so long we tarry. If I
! could count up the names of all those
who have gone out from these families
into the kingdom Of heaven, it would
take me all day to mention their
names. A great multitude before the
| throne. You loved them once; you love
them now; and ever and anon you
think you hear their voices calling you
upward. All, yes, they have gone out
from all these families, and you want
no book to tell you Of the dying expert
ence of Christian children. You have
heard it; it has been whispered in your
ear, o father, o mother, O brother, o
sister. Toward that good land all
Christians are bearing This swapping
of heart strings, this fight Of years,
this tread Of the heart reminds us that
we are passing away. Under spring
blossoms, and through summer har-
vests. and across autumnal leaves, and
| through the wintry snow banks, we
are passing on. O., rejoice at it, chill
| dren OF. God, rejoice at it! How we
shall gather them up, the loved and the
lost! Before we mount our throne, be-
| fore we drink of the fountain, before
we strike the harp of our eternal cele-
! bration, we will cry out, "Where are
our loved and lost?" And then, how
we shall gather them up! Oh, how we
i shall gather them up!
In this dark world of sin and pain
We only meet to part again; -
But when we reach the heavenly shore
The hope that we shall see that day
Should chase our present griefs away;
When these short years of pain are past
Wen meet before the throne at last.