Highland recorder. (Monterey, Highland County, Va.) 1877-1972, 1902-02-14

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For star in the sky, star in the water;
heaven above and heaven beneath. Not a
| leaf rustling or bee humming or a grass
hopper chirping. Silence in the meadow
silence among the hills Thus bright and
! beautiful shall be the evening Of the world
| The heats of earthly conflict are cool; the
| glory OF heaven fills all the scene with love,
! Joy and peace. At eventime it is light
| light
Finally, my text shall lind fulfllment at
the end of the Christians life. You know
, how short winters day is and how little
work you can do. Now, my friends, life is
a short winters day. The sun rises at 8
and sets at 4. The birth angel and the
death angel fly only little way apart.
Baptism and burial are near together.
With one hand the mother rocks the era
die and with the other she touches a grave
| went into the house of one of my pa.
rishioners on Thanksgiving Day The lit
tie child of the household was bright and
glad, and with it bounded up and down
the hall. Christmas Day came and the
light. Of that household had persisted We
stood, with black book, reading over the
grave, Ashes to ashes, dust to dust"
But hurl away this darkness 1 cannot
have you weep. Thanks be unto God, who
giveth us the victory, at eventime it shall
be light! / have seen many Christians die.
| never saw any of them die in darkness.
What if the pillows Of death do rise above
our girdle, who does not love to battle?
What though other lights do go out in the
blast, what do we want OF them when all
the gates of glory swing open. before US,
and from myriad voices, a myriad harps,
a myriad thrones, myriad palaces there
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Throw back the shutters and let the
sun in" said dying Scoville McCullum, one
Of my Sabbath-school boys. "Throw back
the shutters and let the sun in" You can
see Paul putting on robes and wings of as
oension DIS he eXclaims: Il have fought the
good fight! have finished my course!
have kept the faith"
Hugh McKall went to one side of the
scaifold Of martyrdom and cried: Fare
well sun, moon and stars! Farewell all
earthly delights!" then went on the other
side of the scaffold 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, II move
into the light They did not go down
doubling and fearing and shivering, bat
erns of the sepulcher and was echoed back
from all the thrones of heaven: 20 death,
where is thy sting? o grave, where is thy
victory? Sing, my soul, of joys to come.
1 saw a beautiful being wandering UP
and down the earth. She touched the aged
and they became young; she touched the
poor and they became rich. / said, "Who
is this beautiful being wandering up and
down the EARTH" They told me that her
name was Death. What strange thrill
of joy when the palsied Christian begin
10 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 OIL such pave
ment and joins in such company and has a
free seat in such great temple
Hungry men no more to hunger, thirsty
men no more to thirst, weeping men no
more to weep, dying men 10 more to die
Gather up all sweet words, al jubiiant eX
pressions, all rapturous Explanations;
bring them to me, and | will pour upon
them this stupendous theme OF the souls
disenthrallment!
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 har
monies uncounted and indescribable-
caught them from harp's trill and birds
carol and waterfalls dash and oceans dox
o,ogy-but ear hath not heard it.
How did those blessed ones get UP into
the light? What hammer knocked off their
chains? What loom wove their robes OF
light? Who gave them wings? All, eter.
nifty is not long enough to tell it, seraphim
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the marvels of redeeming love!
Let the palms wave; let the crowns gilt
ter 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, We hosts of the giori
fed, and If with your scepters you cannot
reach it and with your songs you cannot
express it then let all the myriads of tbs
saved unite in the exclamation: "Jesus
jesus Jesus!"
There will be 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 nc
password. We were great on earth, and
now we come up to be great in heaven
A voice from within answers, 81 never
knew you" Another group come up tc
the gate OF heaven and knock. The gate
keeper says, "The password" They say
1--WE have no password. We did a great
many noble things on earth. We endowed
colleges and took care of the poor The
voice from within says, Il never knew
you" Another group come up to the gate
OF heaven and knock. The gatekeepel
says, "The password" They answer, 1--WE
were wanderers from God and deserve tc
die, but we. heard the voice OF Jesus
aye, aye" says the gatekeeper, chat il
everlasting gates, and let these people
come in" 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 of the coming glory? Light II
the evening. The medicines may be bitter
be heartrending. Yet light in the even
ing. As all the stars of the night sinl
their anchors of pearl in lake and riveI
and sea so the waves Of Jordan shall be il
Illuminated with the down flashing of the
glory to come. The dying soul looks up al
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; life's work il
ended. Veil the face; it has been trans
figured.
Mr.. Toplady in his dying hour said
Light" Coming nearer the expirin.
he exclaimed with illuminated
Light" In the last instant
Of his breathing he lifted up his hands ano
cried Light! Light"
Thank God for light in the evening!
copyright, 1902, L. Klopsch.l
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