The Union times. [volume] (Union, S.C.) 1894-1918, 1896-11-20
the Joyful experience OF Isaac Watts, whose
sorrows were great. when no says

the Joyful experience OF Isaac Watts, whose
sofro"s were great. when no says
The hill OF Zion Yields
thousand sacred sweets
Before we reach tho heavenly fields
Or walk the golden streets.
Then let our songs abound
And every tear he dry,
We're marching through Immanuel's
ground
To fairer worlds on high
tits prosperity that Kills and trouble that
YES. Whiie the ISraeitcS We're OH the
march amid great rr,rations and hardships
they behaved welt. After awhile they ptaysd
Tor mcnt. and the SKY darkenrd with u great
flock of uGals. and these quals fell in great
multi,ud"s ali about them, and the Israeiites
ate nnd ate and stuffed themselves until thew
died. Oh. my friends, it il not hardship or
trial or starvation that injuries the soul but
mhundlnt supply. 1t is not the vulture Of
trouble that eats up the Christian life. Ii is
the puaiIs. 1t Is the quais. Yuu will ye.
Ind ont that your midnight wrestc by the
brook Jabhok is with an uugo OF God come
down to bless and to save.
Learn again that, while our wrestling With
trouOl" might be triumphant we must cN-
rcct that it will leave its mark upon MS
jacob prevailed. but the angel touched him.
and his thigh bone Sprang from its sockets
We must carry through this world the mark
OF the combat. What plowcd thcsc prcm;,i ure
wrinkles in your face! What whlt"ncd your
har before 1t was time for frOsU What
Silcncrd forever so much of the hLlrty Of
your household? All, 1t is beca,.se the angel
ottroub!c hath touched you that you 20 limp
nS on your way. You need not De surprised
that those who have passed through tho fire
do not feel as gay as once they did. DO
not hc out OF patience with those who come
N Nft thnir ,,,t, ,hn,,
triumph over their loss, and yet their gait
hall tell you that they have been trouble
touched. Are we StoicS that we can uu-
moved sue our cradle riiied of the bright eyes
and the sweet lips? Can we stand uumoved
and see our gardens of earthly delight up-
rooted? Will Jesus. who wcpt Himself, bs
angry with us il we pour our tears Ito tho
graves that open to swallow dOwn what wo
loved best! Was Lazarus mora dear to Him
than ourbelovcd dead to us? No. We have
Il right to weep. Our tears INST come You
shati not drive them back to scald the heart,
They fail into Gods bottle. Afflicted ones
hav" died because they could not weep.
rhank God for the sweet, the mysterious re-
lief that comes to uS iii tears. Under this
::"ntl" rain TIL flowers of hops put forth
their bloom. God pity that dry, wiher"d.
parchrd, all consuming grief that wrinSs its
ha@Is, and grindS its teeth AMI bites its
nails INTO the quick. but cannot weep. Wo
:nav nave found the comfort oi he cross,
night md by the brook Jabbok we wcro
;rOuE;r touched.
Again, we may take tho idea of tho text
anG announce the approach Of the day dawn.
No ono was ever more glad To SEQ the morn
ing than was Jacob after that night Of struy-
Gle. l. iS appropriate for philanrhropsts
and Christians t" cry out with His angel of
the text. "The day breaketh." Superstition
has had its strongest props Knocked ont Tho
church of Christ is rising up in its strength
to 20 forth lair IA the morn. clear rs the
sun and terrible as an army with banncrs."
Clap. your hands, all yc people. '1he day
| breakcth."
| As look around about mo see mauy who
have passed through seas Of trouble that
came up higher than their grdle. In God >
name proclaim cessation Of hostiiites. You
shall not always 90 suddened and heart
broken. God will bring Your dead to ife,
God will stanch the hearts bleeding. l know
He will. Like as Il fathe- piteth his chill
drcn. SO the Lord pities you. The pains of
| earth will end. The dead will rise The
morning star trembles on Frightening sky.
| The gates Of the east begin to swing open.
| 1.-The day breaketh."
Luther AMI Melanchthon were taking to-
| gcther gloomily about the prospects OF the
church. They could see no hope OF deliver
nncc. Alter awhile Luther got up and said
to Melanchthon. Come, Philip, lot US sing
the For,y-sixth Psalm. God is our refuge
and strength in every time Of trouble. ~
~ "n . w ,i"" nay, W "l.is Il s'ruS&Ie
- =, ,'",,Ti " WI - % many iiIohus " noth
bright our future hope is. it Is n bitter thing
! w. w. n nu ~ ~ ''' .''ii WIN ".i" Hnow 'uat
-, ~. "S o'osso,l,,hs
t" ~ ,, ,uus, US spur rkIinS
tr,,' n, - ;sW,,, ~ 'uose WIZ !, !
in manhood. In that night, like ia
q, w." ;u "S 'o ~ "reH'r, pul