Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1898-11-11

tutions and all ye legislatures and all
We thrones. challenge you. plant
my feet on this red hot rock OF the
worlds woe. | stretch forth my arms
for the mightiest wrestle any world has
ever seen. Come on. Come en-.
Then righteousness will accept the
challenge, and the two mighty wrestlers
will grapple, while all the galleries Of
earth and heaven look down from one
side and all the fiery chasms of perdi-
ton look up from the other side. The
two wrestlers sway to and fro and turn
this way and that, and now the mon
ster, evil, seems the migbtier Of the
two, and now righteousness seems about
to triumph. The prize is worth strug-
gle, for it is not chaplet Of laurel or
palm. but the rescue of world, and a
wreath put on the brow by him who
promised, "Be thou faithful unto
death, and | will give thee a crown"
Three worlds-earth heaven and hell
hold their breath while waiting for
the result of this struggle, when with
one mighty swing Of an arm muscled
with omnipotence righteousness hurls
the las. evil, first on it's knees and then
on its face, and then rolling off and
down, with a crash wilder than that
with which Samson hurled the temple
of Dagon when he got hold of its two
chief pillars, but more like the throw
ing of satan out of heaven. as described
by John Milton:
Him the Almighty power flung
Headong flaming from the ethereal sky,
With hideous ruin and combustion, down
To bottomless perdition, there TO dwell
In adamantine chains and penal fire
Who burst defy the OmnipOient 10 arms.
Nine times the space that measures day and
night
To mortal man he, with his horrid crew.
Lay vanquished. rolling in the fiery gulf.
COMPOUNDED. though immortal
The strength OF Right.
Ave, that suggests cheering thought
that IL all the realms Of demonology
are on the other side, all the realms OF
angelology are on our side, among them
Gabriel, and Michael the archangel,
and the angel Of the new covenant,
and they are now talking over the pres
ent awful struggle and final glorious
triumph. talking amid the alabaster
pillars and in the ivory palaces, and
along the broad ways and grand avenues
of the great capital Of the universe, and
amid the spray Of fountains with rain
bows like the RAINBOW round the
throne, and as they take their morn
ing ride in the chariots with white
horses bitted with gold that were seen
by John in vision apocalyptic. end
while waiting in temples for the one
hundred and forty and four thou
sand to chant, accompanied by harpers
and trumpeters, and thunderings and
halleluiahs like the voice Of many wa
tiers. Yes. all heaven is on our side, and
the "high places of wickedness" spoken
of in my text are not so high as the
high places Of heaven. where there are
enough reserve forces if our earthly
forces should be overpOwered, or In
cowardice fall back, to sweep down
some morning at daybreak and take all
this earth for God before the city clocks
could strike ~ for noon. And the cab
met Of heaven, the most august cabinet
in the universe. made up Of three-God
the Father, God tho Son and God the
Holy Ghost-are now in session IN the
Kings palace, and they are with us, and
they are going TO see us through, and
they invite US, as soon as we have done
our share Of the work, to go up and see
them and celebrate the final victory,
that is more sure to come than tomOr-
rows sunrise. While think of it, the
Scotch evangelistic hymn comes upon
me and stirs the strong tide of Scotch
blood that rolls through my arteries;
Its bonnie bonnie warl' that we're Twin in
the moo.
An sunny is the Ian that moo we aften traivn
throo.
But in vain we look for something here to
which DOR hearts may cling,
For its beauty is as naething tae the palace o
the King.
We like the gilded summer. wi its merry
merry tread,
An we sigh when hoary winter lays its beau
ties wi the dead,
For, tho bonnie are the snawaakes an the
doom on winters wing,
It's fire TO ken 1t daurna touch the palace
the King.
Nae NIGHT shall be in heaven an nae desolatin
sea.
An nae tyrant hoofs shall trample T. the city
O. the free;
There's an eyerlastin daylight an a never fadin
spring.
Where the Lamb is "a the glory e the palace
the King
We see cor freen's await Us over yonner at his
gate;
Then lat US a be ready. for ye ken It's gettin
late:
Let cor lamps be BRIGHTLY burnin, let US raise
cor voice sing.
For sumo We meet, TO part nae mair, 4 the
palace o. the King.
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