The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1896-02-14
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prosper. That is the bond, signed
! sealed and delivered by the president
of the whole universe. What is the use
Of your fretting, oh, child Of God, abouu
/ food? Behold the fowls of the air;
for they SOW not, neither do they reap,
/ nor gather i.to barns; yet our Heav-
/, enly Father feedeth them" And will
lie take care of the sparrow, viii He
| take care of the raven, viii He takel
care of the hawk, and let you die?
What is the use Of your fretting about
clothes? Consider the lilies of the
field. Shall He not much more clothe
you, oh, ye of little faith?" What is
the use of worrying for fear something
will happen to your home? He
blesseth the habitation of the
just" What is the use of your fretting
lest you will be overcome by tempta-
tions? ''God is faithful, who win not
suffer you to be tempted above that ye
are able; but will with the temptation
also make a way to escape, that We may
be able to bear It," Oh, this Kings
highway! Trees of life on either side,
bending over until their branches in
| terlock and drop midway their fruit
and shade. Houses of entertain1
ment on either side the road
for poor pilgrims. Tables spread
with a feast of good things, and
walls adorned with apples of gold in
pictures of silver. / start out on this
Kings highway, and l find a harper,
and / say: "What is your name" The
harper makes no response, but leaves
me to guess, as, with his eyes toward
Heaven and his hand upon the trem-
bling strings, this tune comes rippling
on the air: "The Lord is my light and
my salvation. Who shall fear? The
Lord is the strength of my life. of
whom shall | be afraid?" ] go a little
farther on the same road and meet
trumpeter of Heaven, and l say:
Haven't you got some music for
tired pilgrin?" And, wiping his
lip and taking long breath, he puts
his mouth to 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 to living fountains or
water, and God shall wipe away all
tears from their eyes" | go little
distance farther on the same road, and
[ meet a maiden of Israel. She has no
harp, but she has cymbals. They look
as if they had rusted from sea spray;
and l say to the maiden OF Israel.
Have you no song for tired pill
grim?" And like the clang of victors'
shields the cymbals clap as Miriam be-
gins to discourse. ''Sing ye to the
Lord, for He hath triumphed glorious
ly; the horse and the rider hath He
thrown into the sea-" And then l SEQ
white-robed group. They came
bounding toward me, and l say: "Who
are they? The happiest, and the bright
est, and the fairest in all Heaven-who
are they?" And the answer comes:
"These are they who came out OF
great tribulations, aud had their 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 fine road you put me
on. want to know where it comes
out My text declares it: "The re-
deemed of the Lord come to Zion"
You know what Zion was. That was
the kings palace. It was a noun"
tain fastness. 1t was impreg-
nable. And so Heaven is the
fastncss of the universe. No howitzer
has long enough range to 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
fell; but these walls OF Heaven shall
never surrender either to human or
Satanic besiegement. The Lord God
Almighty is the defense of it. Great
capital of the universal Terminus OF
of the Kings highway
DIR. 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 Chaucer 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
want. Christ and His people that L
knew on earth-thatis Heaven enough
for me. o, garden of light, whose
leaves never withcr, and whose
fruits never fall o, banquet
of God, whose sweetness never
pals the taste and whose guests
are kings foreverl 0, 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
reignl o, song louder than the surf
beat of many waters, yet soft as the
whisper of cherubiml
0, 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
robed victors, chorus of martyrs from
under the throne, chorus of ages,
chorus of worlds, and there is but one
song sung, and but one name spoken,
and but one throne honored-that OF
Jesus only.
Masonry and Religion.