The Canton times. (Canton, Miss.) 1893-1906, 1896-02-14
q pleasant road. God gives bond OF
indemnity against all evil to every man

indemnity against all evil to every man
that treads it. "All things work to-
gether for good to those who love God. A"
No weapon formed against them can
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, about
food? "Behold the fowls of the air;
for they SOW not, neither do they reap,
nor gather into barns; yet our Heav-
emily Father feedeth them" And will
He take care of the sparrow, will He
take care of the raven, will He take
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, we 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 will not
suffer you to be tempted above that We
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 entertain
ment on either side the road
for poor pilgrims. Tables spread
with feast of good things, and
walls adorned with apples of gold in
pictures of silver. I start out on this
Kings highway, and l find 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 ripping
on the air: "The Lord is r,y light and
my salvation. Who shall fear? The
Lord is the strength of my life. OF
whom shall be afraid?" go little
farther on the same road and meet
a trumpeter of Heaven, and 1 say:
Haven't you got some music for
a tired pilgrim?' 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 of
water, and God shall wipe away all
tears from their eyes" I go little |
distance farther on the same road, and |
meet maiden of Israel. She has no |
harp, but she has cymbals. They look
as if they had rusted from sea spray; |
and 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 we to the
Lord, for He hath triumphed glorious
ly; the horse and the rider hath He
thrown into the sea-" And then I see
a white-robed group. They came
bounding toward me, and say: "Who
are they? The happiest, and the bright
are they?" And the answer comes:
''These are they who came out of
great tribulations, and&had their robes
washed and made white in the blood
If the Lamb"
Ipursue this subject only one step
'urther. What is the terminus? do
lot care how fine a road you put me
IN, want to know where it comes
tut. My text declares it: "The re-
of the Lord come to Zion"
You know what Zion was. That was
he kings palace. 1t was noun
ain fastness. 1t was impreg-
lable. And so Heaven is the
astness of the universe. No howitzer
las long enough range to shell these
overs. Let all the batteries of earth 4.
nd hell blaze away, they can not
reak in those gates. Gibraltar was
AIKEN, Sebastopol was taken, Babylon
ell; but these walls of Heaven shall
ever surrender either to human or
atanic besiegement. The Lord God a
mighty is the defense of it. Great I
apital of the universe! Terminus of !
the Kings highway! q
DIR. Dick said that, among other
1ings, he thought in Heaven he would
Judy chemistry, and geometry, and t
onic sections. Southey thought that j
| Heaven he would have the pleasure a
seeing Chaucer and Shakespeare. f
ow, DIR. Dick have his mathematics p
'r all eternity, and Southey =
is Shakespeare. Give me Christ and
y old friends-that is all the Heaven "
want. Christ and His people that n
new on earth-that is Heaven enough O.
r me. o, garden of light, whose B
ayes never wither, and whose ID
uts never fail! o, banquet W
God, whose sweetness never Il
Ills the taste and whose guests II
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