The Greenville times. [volume] (Greenville, Miss.) 1868-1917, 1900-05-19

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ever young again. That night when
the needlewoman tainted away In the
garrett wave of the heavenly air re-
suscitated her forever. For everlast-
ing years to have neither ache. nor
PAIN, nor weakness, nor fatigue. Eve
hath not seen it, ear hath not heard it,"
remark further that we can in this
world get no just idea of the splendors
OF Heaven. John tries to describe them.
lie says the ~ gates are IL pearls"
ana that 1.-THE foundations of the wall
are garnished with all manner of pre-
cious stones" AS we stand looking
through the telescope of st. John we
see blaze of amethyst and pearl and
emerald and sardonyx and chryso-
prasus and sapphire, mountain of
hight, cataract of color, sea of glass
and city like the sun. John bids us
look again, and we see thrones
thrones of the patriarchs, thrones of
the angels, thrones of the apostles
thrones of the martyrs, throne of
Jesus-throne of God. And we turn
round to see the glory, and it is thrones.
thrones. thrones!
John bids us look again and see the
great procession of the redeemed pass
ing. Jesus, on white horse leads
the march, and all the armies of
Heaven follow on white horses. In
finite cavalcade passing, passing; en-
pres pressing into line, ages following
ages. Dispensation tramping after
dispensation. Glory in the track of
glory Europe, Asia, Africa, North
and South America pressing into lines.
Islands of the sea shoulder to Shout
der. Generations before the flood fol-
lowing generations after the food,
and as Jesus rides at the head of that
great host and waves his sword in
signal of victory, all crowns are lifted
and all ensigns swung out and all
chimes rung and all halleluiahs chant
ed, and some cry, GLORY to God most
high" and some. "Hosanna to the
son of David!" and some, "Worthy is
the Lamb that was slain!"-till all ex-
CARNATIONS of endearment and hon.
age in the vocabulary of Heaven are
exhausted, and there comes up surge
after surge of "Amen! Amen! and
Amen!" Eye hath not seen it, ear
hath not heard it," Skim from the
summer waters the brightest sparkles
and you will get no idea of the sheen
of the everlasting sea. Pile up the
splendor of earthly cities, and they
would not make a stepping stone by
which you might mount to the city of
God Every house is a palace. Every
step is triumph. Every covering of
the head coronation. Every meal is
a banquet. Every stroke from the
tower is wedding bell. Every day is
a jubilee, every hour rapture and
every moment an ecstasy. Eye hath
not seen it, ear hath not heard it,"
I remark further, we can get no
idea of the reunions of Heaven. If
you have ever been across the seas
and met friend or even an acquaint-
ance in some strange land, you re-
member how your blood thrilled and
how glad you were to see him. What
will be our joy after we have passed
the seas of death to meet in the bright
city of the Lord those from whom we
have long been separated. After we
have been away from our friends ten
or fifteen years and we come upon
them we see how differently they look
Their hair has turned, and wrinkles
have come in their faces and we say:
"How you have changed" But, oh,
when we stand before the throne, all |
cares gone from the face, all marks |
Of sorrow disappeared and feeling the
Joy of that blessed land, methinks we |
will say to each other with an eXulta-
ton we cannot now imagine: Glow
you have changed?"
In this world we only meet to part.
It is good-by, good-by. Farewells
boating in the air. We hear it at the
-ail car window and at the steamboat
Children lisp it, and
I'D age answers it. Sometimes we say
t in light way-"good-by" = and
with anguish in which the
soul breaks down-good-by! All, that
S the word that ends the thanksgiv-
ng banquet; that is the word that
comes in to close the Christmas chant.
iood-by, good-by. But not so in Heav-
n. Welcomes in the air, welcomes at
he gates, welcomes at the house of
many mansions, but not good-by.
That group is constantly being aug
nented. They are going out from our
ircles of earth to join little voices
o join the anthem, little hands to
axe hold in the great home circle,
title feet to dance in the eternal glee,
title crowns to be cast down before
he feet of Jesus. Our friends are in
wo groups-a group this side of the
iver and a group on the other side
f the river Now there goes one from
his to that and another from this to
hat, and soon we will all be gone
yer. How many of your loved ones
ave already entered upon that
lessed place? If 1 should take paper
nd pencil, do you think could put
hem all down? All, my friends, the
,aves of Jordan roar so hoarsely we
annot hear the joy on the other side
hen the group is augmented.