The Marlboro democrat. [volume] (Bennettsville, S.C.) 1882-1908, 1901-04-26
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lorne one to farmer. Tho farmer
replied: "It will be auoh weather 4
Is sI like. r ''What do you mean by
that? asked tho other. "Well," said
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al pleases the Lord, aud what plcases
The Lord pleases me-" Rs M
Oh, tho sunshine, tho sunshine OF
Christian explanationi Here is aome-
one bending over tho grave Of tho
dead. What is going to be the consola-
stion? The flowers you strew upon tho
tomb7 Oh, no. The services read at
the grave? Oh, no. Tho chief consola-
tlon on that grave is what falls from
the throne Of God. Sunshine, glorious
sunshine! Resurrection sunshinet
Sometimes you wlshyou could make
Tho tour of the whole earth, going
sround as others have gone, but you
have not the means. You will make
the tour yet, during one musical pause
In tho eternal anthem. I say these
things for the comfort Of those people
who are abridged In their opportuni-
ties, those people to whom life Is hum
drum, who toll and work and aspire
after knowledge, but have no time to
got it, and say: IF had the oppor-
tunities which other people have, how
would fill my mind and soul with
grand thoughtsi" Be not discouraged,
my friends. You are going to the uni-
vcrsity yet. Death will only matricu-
late you into tho royal college Of the
dniyersc.
4 Besides that, we shall have al tho
pleasures Of association. We will go
sight up In the front Of God without
any fright. All our sins gone, thcro
will be nothing to be frightened about.
There our old Christian friends will
troop around us. Just as now ono Of
your sick friends goes away to Florida;
The land of flowers, or the south Of
France, and you will not see him for
long while, md after awhile you
meet him, and the hollows under tho
eyos are all filled and the appetite has
como back and the crutch has been
thrown away, and he is so changed You
hardly know him. You say: "Why, I
never saw you look so we'll" He says:
"I couldn't help but be we'll. I have
been sailing these rivers and climbing
theso mountains, and that's how got
this elasticity. nevor was 80 we'll"
Oh, my friends, your departed loved
ones are only away for their health In
3 bette. oiinlate, and whon you meet
them they will be 80 changed, and
that they are your friends, your de-
parted friends, you win says "Why,
where is that cough? w re is thai
paralysis? Where is thatI eumonia?
Where is that consumptio4. And he
will say: ooh, am entirely well.
There arc no sick ones in this country.
have been ranging these hills, and
hence this elasticity. have been here
now 20 years, and not ono sick one have
seen. We are all we'll in this oil
mate"
And then stand at the gate Of tho
Celestial city to SEQ the professions
como out, and I sec long procession
Of little children, with their arms full
Of flowers, and then see procession
OF kings and priests moving in Celes-
tial pageantry--a long procession, but
no black tasseled vehicle, no mourning
group. and I say: How strange 1t is!
Where is your Greenwood? Where is
your Laurel Hill? Where is your West
minister ,abbey?" And they shall crys
There are no graves here" And then
listen for the tolllng Of the old belfries
of Heaven, the old belfries OF eternity.
fIlistcn TO hear them toll for the dead.
They only strike UP silyery chime,
lStower to tower, east gato to west gate,
lltas they ring out: tThey shall hunger
no moro, neither thirst any more,
| neither shall the sun light on them nor
any heat, for the Lamb which Is in the
midst Of the throne shall lead them to
living fountains of water, and God
shall wipc away oil tears from their
eyes
Oh, unglove your hand and give 1t to
me in congratulation on that scenel I
feel as If I could shout. will shout.
Dear Lord, forgive mo that I ever COM
planned about anything. If all this is
before US, who cares for anything but
God and Heaven and eternal brother
hood? Take tho Grape OFF the door
bell. Your loved ones are only away
for their health in land ambrosial.
Come, Lowell Masoni come, Isaac
Watts. Give US your best hymn about
| Joy celestial.
What is the use Of postponing our
Heaven any longer7 Let 1t begin now.
and whosoever hath harp let him
thrum 1t, and whosoever hath trum-
| pet let him blow 1t, and whosoever
hath an organ let him give us a full
diapason. They crowd down the air,
spirits blessed, moving in cavalcade OF
triumph. Their chariot wheels whirl
in the Sabbath sunlight. They comet
Halt, armies Of Godi Halt until we are
ready to join the battalion Of pleas
ures that never diet
| Oh, my friends, IL would take ser
mon as long as eternity to tell the joys
that are coming to us. ! just act open
the sunshiny door, Come in, all ye dis
oiples Of the would who have found the
world n mockery. Como in, all ye dis
ciplos of the dance, and see the bound
ing feet Of this Heavenly gladness.
Como in, ye disciples Of worldly amusc-
ment, and see tho stage where kings
are the actors and burning words the
footlights and thrones the spectacular.
Arise, yc dead in sin, for this is the
morning Of resurrection. The joys Of
Heaven submerge our soul. pull out
the trumpet stop. In thy presence
thers is q fullness Of JOY; at thy right
hand there are pleasures forevermore.
| s Dlest are tho saints beloved Of God;
! Weshed are their robes in Jesus blood.
| Brighter than angels, 10. they shine.
| Their glorias splendld and sublImol
| MY soul anticipates tho day. H
! Would stretch her wings and soar away:
TO aid tho SONG, the palm to bear,
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