The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1896-09-25

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lor thH Weary wss q now hymn. ana b. had
learned Iii and lu pfr.Hsl fHineg 0l soul
Ia hm hul hour. b. cried outs
In tho Christians homo in glory
There remains land 0i fcuif
There my savi0ura gone before mo
To lulhl my souls request
There b rect Tor the weary,
There q rest Tor you.
hlug, oh, sing, SO heirs % glory.
shout your iuumphs ns you go
lions gates are open for you.
fOu shall find On entrance through.
There "a rest for the weary.
There Is roit Tor you, papa, there Is res,
.of you, mamma And then putting his
hands over hls heart, ho said. "Yes. there IL
rest for me-" And then ho asked them I'D
read 'lhu Lord is my shepherd, 1 shall not
want Tie maso,h me- Co DO down in green
pAlurca, and leadoih me beside sull waicrs4
and Dee crsl outi 30 Death, whore T. thy
btinrf o Grave. whora is ihy v.ctoy2'
Only tea yean oldl And then Boz said.
"AOW / wish you would Just turn this bed as
/ can look once moro on the foliage and see
the sun set And they turned lho Dedt aud
he said. 81 do 10 wish that Jesus would
hurry aud come and take me-" Thoy said
10 him, "Nhy, ARE you not willing 20 await
thB Lords umrt' "ies,' be said, II am.
but 1 would uthcr Jesus would come ana
hurry ana sake me-" And so. with "a l#uee
ludescfIbnhle, he passed away.
Oh. there b nothing sai uuOut % chlId's
death slvs tic grlet pa the parents heart
You see tho little ones 60 right out from
world OF Sin Hnd suffering 20 "a world of 10Y.
How many sorrows thoy ESCAPED how many
temptations, how many tF0ublos Children
dead are sate Those that live are In peril.
We know not what dark path they may take.
The day may come IN which they win break
your heart; bat children dead are saie-safa
forever. Weeping parents, do not mourn
too bitterly over your child that has goue.
There are two kinds OF prayers made at e
chilt'5 sick bed. One prayer the Lord likes;
the other prayer He does not like. When
soul kueels down no q ohild's slck-bed aud
SAYS 20 Lord, spare this little one; he Is
very near 10 my heart; / DONE want 10 part
with him, but Thy will DO done"-that As the
kind Of prayer the Lord loves. There e.
another kind Of prayer which have heard
men make In substance when they say: 20
Lord, this isn't right; It Is hard 10 take this
child; you hive no right % take this
child; spare this child; can't give him
up, wont give him up" The Lord
MAhHNEH ANAI AANA OF A nINAHI NONHEH
times. Tho child lives and lives on and
travels of In paths OF wlckedness 10 perish.
At the end Of every prayer for q chlld's life,
says ''rhy WILL o Lord, be DONE
The brightest lights that can be klndled,
Christ has kindled. Let us, old aud young,
rejoice that heaven Is gathering 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 won
der why so long we tarry. II I 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; and ever and anon you think you heat
their voices calling you upward. All, yes
they have gone out from an these families,
and you want no book to tell you OF the dy.
ing experience OF Christian children. You
| have heard Il; It has been whispered In YOU
ear, o father, o mother o brother o sister
| Toward that good land all Christians ar
| bearing. This swapping Of heart-strings, thi
| aight of years, this tread OF the beart remind
us that we are passing away. Under sprinl
! blossoms, and through summer haryests, anC
! across autumnal leaves; and through thu
! Wintry snowDanks, we are passing on. Oh
! rejoice at It, children Of God, rejoice at it
| how we snd'. gunner tuoh Ups bAo iONoN an
| the lostl Before we mount our throne, be
'ore We drink of the fountain, before W
! trlke the harp Of our eternal celebration
We will cry out: "Where are our loved an
| ost?" Aud then, how we shall gather thel
lpl Oh how we shall gather them up!
Inthis dark world Of sin and pain
We only meet to part again;
But when we reach the heavenly shore
We there shall meet to part no more.
The hope that we shall see that day
Should chase our present griefs away;
When these short years Of pain are past
Well meet before the throne at last.