The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1898-11-21


I am swallowed up in aodl" 'tHer way
are ways Of pleasantness, and all her path
are pence" Oh, you who have been try
ing to satisfy yourselves with the "souti
land" Of this world. do you not feel thai
you would this morning like to have ac
cess to the neither springs Of spiritual com
fort? Would you not like to have Jesui
Christ bend over your cradle and bless
your table and heal your wounds and
strew flowers Of consolation all up and
down the graves Of your deadS
IT'S religion that can give
Sweetest pleasures while we live.
IT'S religion can supply
Sweetest comfort when we die.
But I have something better to tell you,
suggested by this text. It seems that old
Father Caleb on the wedding day of his
daughter wanted to make her just as hap
py as possible. Though Othniel was tax
Ing her away, and his heart was almost
broken because she was going, yet he
gives her "south land" Not only that,
but the neither springs. Not only that.
but the upper springs. o God, my Father,
thank thee that thou hast given me a
south land" in this world, and the neither
springs Of spiritual comfort In this world,
but more than all I thank thee for the
upper springs in heaven
Glimpses of Heaven.
1t Ia very fortunate that we cannot see
heaven until we get Into 1t. o Christian
man, If you could see what place 1t Is,
we would never get you back again to the
office or store or shop, and the duties you
ought to perform would 60 neglected.
am glad shall not see that world until I
enter 1t. Suppose we were allowed to go
on an excursion into that good land with
the Idea Of returning. When we got there
and heard the song and looked at their
raptured faces and mingled In the su-
pernal society, we would cry out: "Let US
stayl We are coming here anyhow. Why
take the trouble Of going back again to
that old worldf We are here now. Let us
stay" And 1t would take angelic violence
to put US out Of that world II once we got
there. But as people who cannot afford to
pay for an entertainment sometimes come
around 1t and look through the door ajar
or through the openings In the fence, so
we come and look through the crevices in.
to that good land which God has provided
for us. We can just catch glimpse Of it.
We come near enough to hear tho rum
bling Of the eternal orchestra, though not
near enough to know who blows the cor
net or who fingers the harp. My soul
spreads out both wings and clasps them
in triumph at the thought Of those upper
springs. One of them breaks from beneath
the throne, another breaks forth from be-
meath the altar Of the temple, another at
the door of "the house of many man
sions." Upper springs Of gladness! Up
per springs Of light Upper springs Of
Lowell 1t Is no fancy Of mine. "Tho Lamb
which is in the midst Of the throne shall
lead them to living fountains Of water"
o Saviour divine, roll in upon our
souls ono of those anticipated raptures!
Pour around the roots Of the parched
tongue one drop of that liquid lifel Toss
before our vision those fountains Of God,
rainbowed with eternal victory Hoar It'll
They are never sick there; not so much az
> headache or tuinge rheumatic or thrust
aeura1gic. The iniabItant never says, II
Am siok." They are never tired there.
Flight to farthest world is only the play
If holiday. They never sin there. 1t Is
10 sin. They never die there. You might
90 through gil the outskirts of the great
,ity and find not one place where the
ground was broken for grave. The eye
light of the redeemed is never blurred
With tears. There is health in every
,heek. There is spring in every foot.
There Is majesty on every brow. There is
oy In every heart. There Is hosanna on
very lip. How they must pity us as they
ook over and look down and see us, and
ay, Poor things, away down In that
vorld" And when some Christian Ia
lurled into q fatal accident, they cry,
Good, he is comingp' And when we
tand around the couch Of some loved ono
whose strength Is going away and We
haks our heads forebodingly, they cry:
I'm glad he Is worse. He has been down
hero long enough There, he Is dead
,ome home, come home!" Oh, II we
Ould only get our ideas about that future
world UNFINISHED, our thought of transfer
rom here to there would be as pleasant
D us as 1t was to little child that was
ying. She said, Papa, when will go
omep" And he said, "Today, Florence"
Today So soonp am so gladP'
Choose Your Portion.
wish could stimulate you with these
houghts, o Christian man, to tho highest |
ossible exhilaration. The day of your
sliverance Is coming, Is coming rolling
n with the shining wheels of the day,
nd the jet wheels of the night. Every
lump of the heart Is only hammer
;roke striking off another chain Of clay.
orr ha hn
IF harbor Is only six miles away. Jesus
Ill come down In the Narrows to meet
ou. "Now Is your salvation nearer than
hen you beloved"
Man Of the world, will you not today
'ake a choice between these two portions,
stween tho "south land" Of this world,
hich slopes to tho desert, and this glori.
IS land which thy Father offers thee,
inning with eternal water coursesP Why
t your tongue be consumed Of thirst
hen there are the neither springs and the
oper springs, comfort here and glory
,reafterp
You and I need something better than
IL world can give us The fact Ia that
cannot give us anything after awhile.
is changing world. Do you know That
en- TIE mountains On the back Of a thou.
nd st.cnms ere leaping Into the raliry2
ls AiieEhanieg arc dying. 1hr icws
th crystalline mallet are bammorins
say the rocks. Frosts and showers ard
,htn'ngs ara Ruulpturing Mount Wash
gtou and The Cntskills. Niagara every
Al ia digging for Itself quicker plunge
10 sea all around the earth on It's shift
& shores IL making mighty changes In
r and bay and firth and promontory.
me Of the old seacoasts are midland
". on Nantucket, eight feet below low
tier mark, are found now the stuinps of
'es, showing that the waves al, conquer
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