Decorah public opinion. (Decorah, Winneshiek County [Iowa]) 1895-1928, 1896-09-01

1 nero Is one pFe-emlnent IN my MEM
CRY as pastor-Ccoville Haynes McCol-
lum. The story of his death has brought
hundreds unto God. He belonged TO my
parish in the west. A thorough boy,
nine or ten years of age. Nothing NOR
bid, nothing dull about him. His voice
loudest and his foot swiftest on the
playground. Often he has come into
my house and thrown himself down on
the floor in an exhaustion of boisterous
mirth; and yet he was Christian. con-
secrated to God. keeping his command
ments. That is the kind of childish
piety | believe in. When the days OF
sickness came suddenly and he was told
that he could not get well, he said:
Jesus alone can save me. Jesus will
save me- He has saved me. Don't cry
mamma. l shall go right straight up
to heaven" And then they gave him
glass OF water TO cool his hot lips and
lie said: Mamma, l shall take a
draught from the water of life after
awhile, OF which if one drink he shall
never get thirsty again. | lay myself
| at Jesus feet and / want him to do
just what he thinks best to do with
me-" I'm those days, Rest for the
Weary" was a new hymn, and he had
learned it; and in perfect ecstacy
of soul, in his last hour, he cried out:
In the Christians home in glory
There remains land OF rest;
There nv Ssvior's gone before me
To fun INV souls request:
There is rest for the weary,
There Is rest for you.
Sing. q sing. We heirs Of glory.
Shout yocr triumphs ms yon GOT
lions gates open for you.
You shall ind an entrance throt sh.
There Is rest for the weary.
The brightest light that can be kim
( Died, Christ has kindled. Let us, ole
and young. rejoice that heaven is gath
| ering up so much that is attractive
| 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 | could count
| up the names of all those who have
gone out from these families into the
| Kingdom of heaven, ii would take me
| all day to mention their names. A
great multitude before the throne. You
| loved them once you love them now
ana 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 experience OF Chris
tian children. You have heard 1t: il
has been whispered in your ear, O faith
er o mother O brother. O sister
Toward that good land all Christians
are bearing. This swapping of heart
strings, this flight of years, this treat
of the heart reminds us that we are
passing away. Under spring blossoms
and through summer haryests, and
across autumnal leaves, and through
the wintry snow-banks. We are passing
on. O. rejoice at il, children Of God
rejoice at it! How We shall gather them
up, the loved and the lost! Before
We mount our throne, before we drink
o. the fountain. before We strike the
harp of our eternal celebration, we viii
cry out: Where are our loved and
lost?" And then, how We shall gather
them up. O. how we shall gather them
up!
| In this dark world OF sin and pain
! We only meet 10 part again
| Eut when we reach the heavenly shore
| We there shall meet TO part more.
| The hope that we shall see that day
| Should chase present griefs away;
| When these short years of pain are past
| Wen meet before the throne nj last