The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1900-05-19

\ DulSeS-Qtdltu VI NA5ioAs btaAth VI
| spirits, immortal health. No racking
| cough, no sharp pleurisies, no consum-
| ing fevers, no ~exhausting pains, no hos
pitfalls of wounded men. Health swing
ing in the air, health flowing in all the
| streams. health blooming on the banks.
| No headaches, no side aches, no back
aches. That child that died in the
| agonies of Group, hear her voice now
| ringing in the anthem. That old man
that went bowed down with the infirm-
tiles of age, see him walk now wit!
the step of an immortal athlete-for-
| ever young again. That night when
the needlewoman tainted away in the
garrett, a wave of the heavenly air re-
suscitated her forever. For everlast-
ing wears to have neither ache, nor
pain, mol weakness, nor fatigue. Eye
hath not seen it, ear hath not heard it,"
1 remark further that we can in this
world get no just idea of the splendors
| of Heaven. John tries to describe them.
He says "the ~ gates are IL pearls"
and that '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 a blaze of amethyst and pearl and
emerald and s%ardonyx and chryso-
prasus and sapphire, a mountain of
light. a cataract of color, a sea of glass
and a 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 a white horse, leads
the march, and all the armies of
Heaven follow on white horses. In
finite cavalcade passing, passing; en-
pires 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 flood,
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
highl" and m ''Hosanna to the
son of David!' and some. worthy is
the Lamb that was slain!'-till all ex-
CARNATIONS of erdearment 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 a triumph. Every covering of
the head a coronation. Every meal is
a banquet. Every stroke from the
tower is a wedding bell. Every day is
a jubilee, every hour a rapture and
every moment an ecstasy. Eye hath
not seen it. ear hath not heard it,"
l remark further, we can get ne
idea of the reunions of Heaven. II
you have ever been across the seas
and met a friend or ever 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 IL 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 ter
or fifteen years and we come upoI
them we see how differently they look
Their hair has turned, and wrinkle,
have come in their faces, and we say
How you have changed" But, oh
when we stand before the throne, al
cares gone from the face, all mark
of sorrow disappeared and feeling tn
joy of that blessed land, methinks W,
will say to each other with an exulta
ton we cannot now imagine: "Hoy
you have changed?"
In this world we only meet to part
1t is %good-by, good-by. Farewell
floating in the air. We hear it at tn
rail car window and at the steamboa
wharf-good-by. Children lisp it, an
old age answer it. Sometimes we sa,
it in a light way-"good-by'' - an,
sometimes with anguish in which tn
soul breaks down-good-by! All. tina
is the word that ends the thanksgiy
ing banquet; that is the word tina
comes in to close the Christmas chant
Good-by, good-by. But not so in Heay
en-. Welcomes in the air, welcomes a
> the gates, welcomes at the house c
r many mansions, but not good-by
That group is constantly being aug
mented. They are going out from GU
. circles of earth to join it-little voice
l to join the anthem, little hands t
E take hold in the great home circl,
q little feet to dance in the eternal gle,
= little crown to be cast down befor
l the feet of Jesus. Our friends are i
, two groups-a group this side of tn