Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1898-07-08
is rest 70, the weary,
There is rest for the MenrY.


Then putting his wasted hand over his
heart lie said. There Is rest for me-
But there are some of you who want to
hear about the land where they never have
any heart breaks and no graves are dug.
Where are your father and mother The
most Of you are orphans. | look around
aud where | see one man who has parents
living see ten who are orphans. Where
are Your childreny Where ! see one family
circle that Is unbroken, / see three o. four
that have been dtsoluted. One lamb gone
ont Of this f0ld one flower pIucked from
that garland: one golden link broken.from
that chain: here bright tight put out
and there another, and yonier another
With such griefs how are YOU to rest? Will
there ever be a power that can attune that
silent voice or kndle the lustre of that
closed eye. or put spring and dance iutO
that little foot? When we bank up the dust
over the dead, is the sod never o he broken?
Is the cemetery to hear no sound but the
tire Of the hearse wheel, or the tap OF the
he'll at the gate MS the long professions
come In with their awful burdens OF
grief? Is the bottom of the grave gravel and
the top DUST No! no! no. The tomb is only
Il place where We wrap our robes about us
for II pleasant nap on our way home. The
sweilings of Jordan will only wash oil the
dust OF the way. From the top Of the grave
we catch glimpse of thu towers ginted
with the sun that never sets
Into that rest how many loved ones have
Gonei Some put down the work of mid
life feeling they could hardly be spared
from the store or shop for day, but are
to be spared from it forever Some went
in old age. One came tottering on his staff
and used to sit at the foot of the uUluit
his wrinkled face radiant with the light
that falls from the throne OF God. Another
| having lived n life OF Christian consistency
| here, ever busy with kindnesses for her
children, her heart full OF that meek and
| quiet spirit that Is in the sight of God OF
great price suddenly her cOuntenance was
| tranStigure and the gate was opened. and
| she took her place amid that great cloud
| of witnesses that hover about the throne.
Glorious consolation! They are not
dead. You cannot make me believe they
| are dead. They have only moved on
| With more love than that with which they
greeted us on earth, they watch us from
| their high place, and their voices cheer H.
| in our struggle for the sky. Hail spirits
| blessed! now that We have passed the food
and won the crown. With weary feet We
| press up the shining way until IN everlast.
| ing reunion we shall meet again. Oh
won't 1t he grand when, our conflicts done
and our partings over. we shalt casI
| hands, and cry out, This is Heaven?'
BY the thrones OF your departed kindred
+ by their gentle hearts, and the tenderness
and love with which they call you from the
| skies, beg you start Oh the high road &c
| heaven. In the everlasting rest NAV We
| all meet
One of the old writers wished he couIt
| have seen three things: Rome in its pros
| perity: Paul preaching; Christ tn the body
/ have three wishes; First-~ro see Chris
in glory, surrounded by His redeemed
Sucond-To see Christ in glory, surrounde.
| by His redeemed, Third-ro see Christ Il
glory, surrounded by His redeemed.
When on my new fedged wings rise,
To tread those shores beyond the skies,
III run through every golden street,
And ask each blissGul soul | meet
Where is tho God whose praise We sing
" lead me, stranger TO your King.