The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1902-03-22
By 7. POLK RACINE.

| bloody garden of Gcthsrmanc. And soon
thereafter this same loving Jesus climbs
the rugged path that led to the summit
| of Calvary. Oh see he is hearing the
cruel cross on which he is to he nailed.
| When his rich blood tricklcs down the
| cross, and our blessed Saviour cries. "it
| is finished" what, oh what. is finished.
| Why dear children yours and my path
way to glory.
| Please excuse me tonight, dear reader
| if | seem too sentimental, but the in
| Sriration is oil and | believe that it comes
| direct from the pcarly gate of the city
| of the New Jerusalem. | believe that the
spirits of those whom | write are hover
| ing right near, and are urging my old
| hand to write the loved name of Jesus
all through this article, that their great
grandchildren may read something about
| the son of Heaven. who had done 50
much for them, and with whom every
one of them are with tonight.
just here l recall these lines by Knox.
They died. aye. They died And we
things that are now.
Who walk on the turf that lies over their
brow.
Who make III their dwelling Il transient
abode,
Meet the things that they met on their
pilgrimage road.
The great DR.. Talmagc thus dcincates
the passing away of true Christian
"Oh, the JOY of the spirit as it shall
mount up toward the throne of God,
shouting, FREQ Free Your eye has
gazcd upon the garniturc of earth and
heaven, but eye hath not seen it; your
ear has caught hArmoniCS amounted and
acknowledgements them from harp's
tril and birds carol and waterfalls dash
and oceans doXology--but ear hath not
heard it.
How did those blessed ones get mp into
the light What hammer knocked off
their chains ? What loom wovc their
robes of light Who gave them wings :!
All, eternity is not long enough to tell it,
scraphim have not capacity enough 10
realize 1.-THE marvels of redccming love.
Let the palms wave; let the crowns
glitter; let the anthems ascend: let the
trees Of Lebanon clap their handS-thcy
cannot tell the half of it. Archangcl he
fore the throne, thou falest.
Sing on, praise on, We hosts of the glori-
he'd. and if with your SccptOTS you cannot
reach it, and with your songs you cannot
express it, then let all the myrads of the
saved unite in the eXclamation-JeSus
Jesus Jesus
All, do you wonder that the last hours
Of the Christian on earth are illuminated
by thoughts of the coming glory Light
in the evening. AS all the stars of the
night sink their anchors Of pearl in the
lake and river and sea, so the waves Of
Jordan shall be illuminated with the
dawn flashing of tho glory to come. At
eventidc it was light to all those dear
old saints of whom | have been writing
pure heavenly light. Light from the
smiling countenance of the lowly Jesus,
everlasting outgushinG light from God,
at the great white throne of eternal
glory.
And now, my dear little readers. I
want to impress this fact on your minds.
That God is as real as the sun, moon
and stars. As the mountains, as the
rivers and lakes. AS the great seas ana
oceans. And even as eternity itself And
he is the maker of these great wonders,
and he did all of this wondrous work out
of nothing, with not even lump OF
earth, or a drop of water. And how
thankful we ought to be, because he has
millions Of the same material still on
hands. Then is there anything 50 very
strange in the fact that God, had also
built II beautiful heaven for his loved
old saints, who are there to-day, and oh,
how anXiously they OF Elkton, have been
looking this way recently. Angels of
glory had been busy with their loved mis-
sions in carrying the glad tdings from
Elkton to the blood-washcl throng of
glory. oh, they are coming from Elkton,
hcralds the beautiful cherubins, while
sailing aloft over the city of Jehovah and
| methnkS that a happy response from the
loved old soldiers from Elkton so ring
| ing throughout the kingdom. IIoSanna
to Jesus, in the highest
| Let us slip out into the silence of the
| night. out into the purple haze Of the
| spring atmosphere, and watch the pro-
| ccSSion of the stars as they rise yOnder
| in the east and trace their way across
| the blue canopy of heaven and sink far
! off behind the western hills. always in
| the very same unchanging and unchange
| able order, and realize if we can, that
| above and about us are millions of suns
| just like this glorious orb of ours, and
| then ask yourself. SIS this beautiful
world of ours n world Of chance, or is
| there a great unchanged Master hand
| that controls it ALL" The master mind
that sent the Star of Bethlehem to guide
the wise men to the Savour's manager.
also takes it away, but it is to serve in
some better sphere, good purposes, known
| only to him who docth all things well.
| Thn nrofit of q gold mine dnnnnlS NOT