The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1902-03-13

ters and let the sun in" said dying
Scoville McCullum, one of my Sab
bath school boys. Throw back the
shutters and let the sun in" You
can see Paul putting on robes and
wings of ascension as he exclaims:
II have fought the good fight! I
have finished my course! I have
kept the faith!"
Hugh McKail went to one side of
the scaffold of martyrdom and cried:
Farewell sun, moon and stars!
Farewell all earthly delights!" then
went to the other side of the scat
fold and cried: "Welcome, God and
Father! Welcome, sweet Jesus
Christ, the Mediator of the covenant!
Welcome, death! Welcome, glory!"
A minister of Christ in Philadelphia.
dying, said in his last moments: "I
move into the light" They did not
go down doubling and fearing and
shivering, but their battlecry rang
through all the caverns of the sepul-
cher and was echoed back from all
the thrones of heaven: 20 death.
where is thy sting? o grave, where
is thy victory?"
l saw beautiful being wandering
up and down the earth. She touched
the aged, and they became young;
she touched the poor, and they be-
came rich. I said: "Who is this
beautiful being wandering up and
down the earth?" Trey told me that
her name was Death. What strange
thrill of joy when the palsied Chris
tian begins to use his arm again,
when the blind Christian begins to
see again, when the deaf Christian
begins to hear again, when the poor
pilgrim puts his feet on such pave
ment and joins in such company and
has free seat in such great tenn
pie! Hungry men no more to hunger,
thirsty men no more to thirst, weep
ing men no more to weep, dying men
no more to die. Gather up all sweet
words, all jubilant expressions, all
rapturous exclamations; bring them
to me, and will pour upon them this
stupendous theme of the souls disen-
thrallment! Oh, the JOY of the spirit
as it shall mount up toward the
throne of God, shouting: Free!
Free!" Your eye has gazed upon the
garniture of earth and heaven, but
eye hath not seen it; your ear has
caught harmonies uncounted and in
describa ble-caught them from harp's
trill and birds carol and waterfalls
dash and oceans doxology-but ear
hath not heard it. How did those
blessed ones get up into the light?
What hammer knocked off their
chains? Who gave them wings? All,
eternity is not long enough to tell
it. seraphim have not capacity enough
to realize 1.-THE marvels of redeem
ing love! Let the palms wave; let
the crowns glitter; let the anthems
ascend; let the trees of Lebanon clap
their hands-they cannot tell the half
of it, Archangel before the throne,
thou failest! Sing on. praise on, ye
hosts of the glorified, and if with
your scepters you cannot reach it and
with your songs you cannot express
it then let all the myriads OF the
saved unite in the exclamation: "Je-
sus! Jesus! Jesus!"
There will be a password at the
gate of heaven. A great multitude
come up and knock at the gate
The gatekeeper says, "The password"
They say: eve have no password.
We were great on earth, and now we
come up to be great in heaven" A
yo;co fro,,o xx,;fb;r arcxuarr sT narar
knew you" Another group come up
to the gate of heaven and knock.
The gatekeeper says, "The pass
word" They say: 1--WE have no
password. We did great many
noble things on 1crth. We endowed
colleges and took care of the poor"
The voice from within says, II never
knew you" Another group come up
to the gate of heaven and knock.
The gatekeeper says, "The pass
word" They answer: eve were
wanderers from God and deserve to
die, but we heard the voice OF
Jesus" AYE, aye" says the
gatekeeper, "that is the password!
Lift up your heads, ye everlasting
gateS, ana let LneSe people come III.
They go in and surround the throne,
jubilant forever!
All, do you wonder that the last
hours of the Christian ON earth are
illuminated by thoughts on the COM
ing glory? Light in the evening.
The medicines may be bitter. The
pain may be sharp. The parting
may be heartrending. Yet light in
the evening. AS all the stars Of the
night sink their anchors of pearl in
lake and river and sea SO the waves
of Jordan shall be illuminated with
the down flashing of the glory to
come. The dying soul looks up at
the consultations. THE Lord is my
light and my salvation; whom shall
l fear?" "The Lamb which is in the
midst of the throne shall lead them
to living fountains of water, and God
shall wipe away all tears from their
eyes"
Close the eyes of the departed
one; earth would seem tame to its
enchanted vision. Fold the hands;