The guardian. [volume] (Boston, Mass.) 1901-1960, 1941-02-15
SERMON E T ES
Featured by
SHEL0H KHALL'S
ELECTRIC CHOIR
Simpson Turner, Speaker
SWING Low, SWEET CHARIOT

SWING LOW, SWEET CHARIOT
Elijah was treading his last mile
walking side by side with Elisha bid
ding him adieu. His soul peeped out
through his flesh and saw a chariot
drawn by white horses swinging down
from heaven, for the days of care and
of worry had come to end and tired
soul sought rest. "Swing low, sweet
chariot" was the song of the soul as
Elijah blessed Elisha with all his power
and glory.
Elisha was the greatest friend of
Elijah, but the horses of the chariot
were sent on mission and had to re-
turn with their mission fulfilled. They
cared not how valuable were the works
of mankind, how much power they had
with God, how much prestige they at
tanned on earth, how much love they
had for their friends, how many tears
mother could shed. When the char
lot begins to swing, no mother or ia
Their, sister or brother, doctor or
preacher can stand in its way, for
eternity has given the command,
"Drive on-oh death drive on and let
the weary one find rest"
NY soul stands on the mountain top,
it opens the windows of the flesh, and
sees the black chariots of the North de-
stroying and subduing all wickedness.
IT sees the white chariOts following in
their tracks, building up good and
establishing Gods eternal peace It
looks toward the South and sees the
chariots of red, being followed by the
chariots of grizzled and bay horses
silencing all the earth.
Ny soul complains of tiredness, it
is pushing its way through the flesh
trying to gain its perfection as the
chariot is swinging low. It starts to
plead with the flesh, 30 flesh, my ia
ther is coming - won't you let me
through! Can't you see you're tired,
too tired for earth and too heavy for
the chariot?" So the flesh in obedience
to the spirit seeks to make way for the
chariot.
Tiredness comes over the body as the
weary soul yearns for rest. The feet
become too tired to walk and the body
wants to sit down; the back becomes
tired and the body wants to lie down.
The earth is tired of being trampled
on-the green grass is crushed in dis
gust. The bones become too tired to
hold their adjoining bones, the blood
is tired going round and round, the
heart is tired Of pumping, the very hair
on the head becomes tired of growing,
for the soul sees chariot swinging
low.
Sometimes loved ones are moved out
of the way; they keep the soul from
getting full view of the chariot, some
times the husband is moved from the
wife and the wife gets a clearer view
Of heaven. When King Nzziah died,
that year was Isaiah able to get a full
view of his chariot. Sometimes a bank
account has to be removed, sometimes
a car or a house stands in the way,
sometimes the hair on the head being
attractive is removed. The chariot is
coming and my soul must be stripped.
Sometimes it takes the storms of life
to blow down the obstacles that stand
in the path, sometimes it takes the
pains of the flesh to take the mind off
this old world, sometimes the nest must
be stirred. Ny carnal seat must be made
hard, confusion, sickness, privation,
disappointments, storms, heartaches
must oftimes pour down to raise me
from my seat and to cause me to drop
this robe of flesh, for my chariot is
swinging low.
Swing low-swing low, sweet char
lot, for my soul is pushing through the
flesh and it cannot stand alone. [ see
you swinging in the East, gathering up
the children of peace; l see you swing
ing in the West, taking those who've
done their best. The northern chariot
swings on high inanswer to a mournful
cry; the southern chariot swings down
low, scattering evil to and fro.
Swing low-swing low, sweet chariot,
for God has promised rest for the
weary, peace for the troubled and com
fort for the restless. There is rest for
the weary-there is rest for the weary
there is rest for the weary, and there's
rest for me. On the other side of
Jordan, in the sweet fields of Eden,
where the tree of life is blooming,
there is rest for mo