The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1902-02-13

II 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, myriad thrones,
myriad palaces there dashes upon us
"Hosanna! Hosanna!" 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" Yon
can see Paul putting on robes ana
wings of ascension as he eXclaims: CT
have fought the good fight! l have
finished my course! | have kept the
faith"
Hugh Mckail went to one side of the
scaffold of martyrdom and cried:
Farewell sun, moon and stars. Fare
we'll all earthly delights" then went to
the other side of the scaffold and cried,
welcome, God and Father, Welcome.
sweet Jesus Christ, the Mediator of the
covenant! Welcome death. Welcome.
gfory"' A minister of Christ in Phila-
delphia, dying, said in his last mo-
ments, 81 move into the light" They
DID not go down doubling and fearing
and shlvering, 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
my sting? O grave where is thy VIC
tory! sing, my soul, of joys to come.
I saw beautiful being wandering
up and down the earth She touched
the aged, and they became young: she
touched the poor, anG tss,y became
rich. l said, who is this beautiful
pelng wandering UP and down the
earth?" They told me that her name
was Death What strange thrill of
Joy When the palsied Christian begins
10 use his arm again, when the blind
CHRISTIAN begins to see again, when
the deaf Christian begins to hear again,
"hen the poor pilgrim puts his feet on
such pavement and joins in such COM
pany and has a free seat in such a
great temple. Hungry men no more
20 munger. thirsty men no more to
tnlfst, weeping men no more to weep.
dying men no more to die Gather I'D
all sweet words, all jubilant express
slons, all rapturous EXPLANATIONS;
bring them to me, and will pour upon
them this stupendous theme of the
souls disenthrallment! Oh, the low of
the spirit as it shall mount up toward
the throne of God, shouting, Free,
free!" Your eye has gazed upon the
earnlture of earth and heaven. but eve
nath not seen it; your ear has caught
narmonies uncounted and indescribable
caught them from harp's trill and
BIRDS carol and waterfalls dash and
oceans doNology-but ear hath not
heard it. How did those blessed ones
get up into the light? What hammer
knocked Off their chains? What loom
Woye their robes of light? Who gave
them wings? All, eternity is not long
enough to tell it, seraphim have not
capacity enough to realize 1.-THE mar
wells of redeeming love! Let the palms
wave; let the crowns glitter; let tn4
anthems ascend; let the trees of Leba
non clap their hands-they cannot tell
the half OF it. Archangel before the
throne. thou failest! Sing on, praise
on. We hosts of the glorified. and If
with your scepters you cannot reach
1t and with your songs you cannot ex-
press it, then let all the myriads of the
saved unite in the exclamation: 'Je-
sus. Jesus. Jesus."
There will be password at the gate
of heaven. A great multitude come I'D
and knock at the gate. The gatekeeper
says. Thy password" They say We
have no password We were great on
earth, and now we come up to be great
in heaven" voice from within an
swers, Il never knew you" Another
group come up to the gate of heaven
and knock. The gatekeeper says, The
password They say: I'VE 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, II never knew YOU,
Another group come up to the gate of
heaven and knock. The gatekeeper
says, The password They answer,
we were wanderers from God and de-
serve to die, but we heard the voice of
Jesus Aye. aye" says the gate
keeper, that is the password! Lift I'm
your heads, We everlasting gates. and
let these people come in" They go in
and surround the throne. jubilant for
| ever
All, dc you wonder that the last
hours of the Christian on earth are IL
Illuminated by thoughts of the coming
glory? Light in the evening. The
medicines may be bitter. The pain
may be sharp. The parting may be
heartrending. Yet light in the even
ing. AS all the stars of the night sink
their anchors of pearl in lake and
4 river and sea, so the waves of Jordan
i shall he illllnlinatod