The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1901-04-26

laid up for me a crown of righteous
ness, which the Lord, the righteous
Judge, will give me in that day, and
not to me only, but to all them that
love his appearing!" Do you not see
that Christ is above all in dying al
leviations?
Toward the last hour of our earthly
residence we are speeding. When
see the spring blossoms scattered,
say, Another season gone forever"
When l close the Bible on Sabbath
night say. Another Sabbath depart
ed" When bury friend, say, An
cher earthly attraction gone forever"
What nimble feet the years have! The
roebucks and the lightnings run not
so fast. From decade to decade, from
sky to sky, they go at bound. There
is place for us, whether marked or
not, where you and / will sleep the
last sleep, and men are now living
who will, with solemn tread, carry us
to our resting place. Brighter than a
banqueting hall through which the
light feet of the dancers go up and
down to the sound of trumpeters will
be the sepulcher through whose riffs
the holy light of heaven streameth.
God will watch you. He will send his
angels to guard your slumbering
ground, until at Christs behest, they
shall roll away the stone.
So also Christ is above all in hea-
ven. The Bible distinctly says that
Christ is the chief theme of the celes-
tial ascription, all the thrones facing his
throne, all the palms waved before his
face, all the crowns down at his feet.
Cherubim to cherubim, seraphim to
seraphim, redeemed spirit to redeemed
spirit shall recite the Savior's earthly
sacrifice.
The Glories of Heaven.
Stand on some high hill of heaven,
and in all the radiant sweep the most
| glorious object will be Jesus. Myriads
gazing on the scars OF his suffering,
in silence first, afterward breaking
forth into reclamation. The martyrs,
all the purer for the flame through
which they passed, Will say, This is
Jesus, for whom we died" The
apostles, all the happier for the ship
wreck and the scourging through which
they went, will say. This Is the
Jesus whom we preached at Corinth
and in Cappadocia and Antioch and
at Jerusalem" Little children clad in
white will say, This is the Jesus who
took us in his arms and blessed us
and when the storms of the world were
too cold and loud brought us into this
beautiful place" The multitudes Of
the bereft will say, This is the Jesus
who comforted us when our heart
broke" Many who had wandered
clear off from God and plunged into
vagabondism, but were saved by grace,
will say: This is Jesus who pardoned
us. We were lost on the mountains,
and he brought us home. We were
guilty, and he made us white as snow.
Mercy boundless, grace unparalleled.
And then, after each one has recited
his peculiar deliverances and peculiar
mercies, recited them as by solo, all
the voices will come together in a
great chorus which shall make the
arches re-echo with the eternal rever-
beration Of gladness and peace and
triumph.
Edward l was so anxious to go TO
the Holy Land that when he was about
to expire he bequeathed 100000 to
have his heart after his decease taken
and deposited in the Holy Land, and
his request was complied with. But
there are hundreds today whose hearts
are already in the holy land of heaven.
Where your treasures are, there are
your hearts also John Bunyan, of
whom I spoke at the opening of the
discourse, caught glimpse of that
place, and in his quaint way he said,
And l heard in my dream, and, 10,
! the bells of the city rang again for
! joy, and as they opened the gates to
let in the men / looked in after them,
and To-, the city shone like the sun,
and there were streets of gold, and
men walked on them, harps in their
hands to sing praises with all, and
after that they shut up the gates,
which when had seen l wished myself
among them!"