The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1902-02-13

Ieu 10 smut Ine gate after IL. All tne
beauty of cloud and leaf swims in the lake.
For star in the sky, a star in the water;
heaven above and heaven beneath Not q
leaf rustling or bee humming or a grass
hopper chrpinR. 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,
light iSa gnu peace A' es'n''"e II "sn'
Finally, my text shall find fulfillment at
the end of the Christians life. You know
how short a winters day is and how little
work you can do. Now, my friends, life is
a short winters day. The sun rises at s
and sets at 4. The birth angel and the
death angel fly only a little way apart.
Baptism and burial are near together.
With one hand the mother rocks the era
die and with the other she touches grave.
i went into the house of one Of my pa.
rishiorers on Thanksgiving Day. The lit.
tie child of the household was bright and
glad. and with it l bounded up and down
the hall. Christmas Day came and the
Tight, OF that household had perished We
stood, with black book, reading over the
grave. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust"
But hurl away this darkness. | 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 billows of death do rise above
our girdle, who does not love to bathe?
What though other lights do go out in the
blast, what do we want cs them when al
the gates of glory swing open before us,
and from myriad voices, q myriad harps,
a myriad thrones, a myriad palaces there
dasbes upon us "Hosannal Hosanna!"
Throw back the shutters and let the
sun in said dying Scoville McCullum, one
as ...xrC Ill, l. Il. Y Il.
the shutters and let the sun in" You can
see Paul putting on robes and wings of as
cension as he excaims: Il have fought the
good fight! l have finished my coursel /
have kept the faith"
Hugh McKall went to one side of the
scatfold of martyrdom and cried: Fare
well sun, moon aud starsl Farewell all
earthly delghtsl" then went on the other
side of the scaffold and cried: Welcome,
Christ, the Mediator of the covenantl
Welcome, DEATH Welcome, glory"
A minister of Christ in Philadelphia,
dying, said in his last moments, Il move
into the light" They did not 60 down
doubling and fearing and shivering, but
their battle cry rang through all the cav
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
l 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. l said, "Who
is this beautiful being wandering up and
down the earth?" They told me that her
of joy when the palsied Christian begin
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 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 no more to die
Gather up all sweet words all jubilant ex-
pressions, all rapturous exclamations;
bring them to me, and | will pour upon
them this stupendous theme of the souls
disenthralment!
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-
| ology-but ear hath not heard it.
How did those blessed ones get up into
tne light? What hammer knocked off their
thdViS. w ildb lOOll WONt tuelT TuDeS Oh
light! Who gave them wings! All, eter-
nifty is not long enough to tell it, seraphim
have not capacity enough to realize it
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 failcst!
Sing on, praise on, ye hosts of the glori-
fed, 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: Jesus!
Jesus! Jesusi"
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: I'VE have no
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 to
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, 81 never knew
you" Another group come up to the gate
OF heaven and knock. The gatekeeper
says, "The password" They answer, 1--WE
We're wanderers from God and deserve to
ole, DuC we neard the voice OF JESUS
AYE, aye" says the gatekeeper, that is
the password! Lift up your heads, We
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 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 river
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 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; life's work is
ended; Veil the face; it has been trans
figured.
Mr.. Toplady in his dying hour said,
Light" Coming nearer the expiring
moment he exclaimed with Illuminated
countenance, Light" In the last instant
of his breathing he lifted up his hands and
cried: Light. Light"
Thank God for light in the EVENING" =
tcopS1asht, 1909, L. Klopsch.l
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