The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1899-03-29

we might be saving soul from death
aud hiding a multitude of sins. Oh.
Christian laymen, 60 out on this work.
If you are not willing to go forth your
self, then give of your means. and if
you are too lazy to 60 and if you are too
stingy to help, then get out Of the way
and hide yourself in the dens and caves
of the earth, lest hen Christs chariot
comes along the horses hoofs trample
you into the mire Beware lest the
thousands of the destitute of Your city,
in the last great day, rise up and cmse
your stupidity and your neglect. Down
to work Lift them up.
One cold winters day, as a Christian
man was going along the Battery in
New York, he saw little girl seated at
the gate. shivering in the cold. He said
to her, My child, what do you sit
there for this cold day." 'Oh. " she
replied, II am waiting-I am waiting
for somebody to come and take care of
me. Why" said the man, what
makes YOU thiuk any body will come and
take care of you?" "Oh," she said,
my mother died last week, and | was
crying very much, and she said: Don't
cry, dear. Though l am gone and your
father is gone, the Lord will send some
body to take care of you Ny mother
never told lie. She said some one
would come and take care Of me, and |
am waiting for them to come. On,
yes, they are waiting for you. Men who
have money, men who have influence,
meu of churches, men of great hearts,
gather them in, gather them in. 1t Is
not the will of your Heavenly Father
that one Of these little ones should per-
ish.
Lastly, the street impresses me with
the fact that all the people are looking
forward, see expectancy written on al
most every face l meet. Where you
find a thousand people walking straight
on, you only find one man stopping and
looking back. The fact is, God made
US all to look ahead, because We are IL
mortal. In this tramp Of the multitude
on the streets | hear the tramp OF
great host marching and maching for
eternity. Beyond the Office, the store,
the shop, the street, there is a world,
populous and tremendous. Through
Gods grace, may you reach that blessed
place. a great thro1g fills those boule-
wards, and the streets are a-rush with
the chariots of conquercrs. The IN
habitanss 60 up and down, but they
never weep and they never toll. \
river flows through that city, with
rounded and luxurious banks, and the
trees, of life, laden with everlasting
fruitagc, bend their branches into the
crystal.
No plumed hearse rattles, over that
pavement, for they are never sick.
With immortal health glowing in every
vein, they know how to die. Those
towers of strength, those palaces of
beauty, CLEAN in the light of a sun that
never sets. On, heaven, beautiful
heaven! Heaven, where our friends
are! They take no census in that city,
for it is inhabited by "a multitude
which no man can number. " Rank
above ranks. Host above host. Gal
lery above gallery sweeping all around
the heavens. Thousands Of thousands,
millions of millions. Blessed are they
who enter in through the gate into that
city. Oh, start for it today. Through
the blood of the great sacrifice OF the
Son of God take upyour march to heav-
en-. THE Spirit and the bride say,
Come and whosoever will let him come
and take the water of life freely Join
this great throng marching heavenward.
All the doors Of invitation are open.
And l saw twelve gates, and the
twelve gates were twelve pearls.