. T. DeWitt Talmage : his life and work : biographical edition . eless as to what becomes of us ? And those children. Do theylook on with stolid indifference as to whether we win or lose this battle foreternity? .Nay; I see that child running his hand over your brow and saying, Father, do not fret; Mother do not worry. They remember the day they leftus. They remember the agony of the last farewell. Though years in heaven,they know our faces. They remember our sorrows. They speak our watch this fight for heaven. Nay; I see them rise up and lean over, andwave before us their recogniti
. T. DeWitt Talmage : his life and work : biographical edition . eless as to what becomes of us ? And those children. Do theylook on with stolid indifference as to whether we win or lose this battle foreternity? .Nay; I see that child running his hand over your brow and saying, Father, do not fret; Mother do not worry. They remember the day they leftus. They remember the agony of the last farewell. Though years in heaven,they know our faces. They remember our sorrows. They speak our watch this fight for heaven. Nay; I see them rise up and lean over, andwave before us their recognition and encouragement. That gallery is not are keeping places for us. After we have slain the lion, they expect theKing to call us, saying, Come up higher! Between the hot struggles in thearena I wipe the sweat from my brow and stand on tiptoe, reaching up my righthand to clasp theirs in rapturous hand-shaking, while their voices come ringingdown from the gallery, crying, Be thou faithful unto death, and you shall havea crown! CALLED TO WASHINGTON 283. THE FIRST PRKSRYTERIAN CHURCH, WASHINGTON, D. Last Church of Which Dr. Talmage was Pastor 284 T. DE WITT TALMAGE—HIS LIFE AND WORK A JOYOUS SCENE But I pause, overwhelmed with the majesty and the joy of the scene!Gallery of the King! Gallery of angels! Gallery of prophets and of martyrs! Gallery of saints! Gallery ol friends and kindred! Oh,majestic circles of light and love! Throngs! Throngs! Throngs! How shall westand the gaze of the universe? Myriads of eyes beaming on us! Myriads ofhearts beating in sympathy for us! How shall we ever dare to sin again ? Howshall we ever become discouraged again? How shall we ever feel lonely again?With God for us, and angels for us, and prophets and apostles for us, and thegreat souls of the ages for us, and our glorified kindred for us—shall we giveup the fight and die ? No! Son of God, who didst die to save us. No ye angels,whose wings are spread forth to
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