Show 0 lA fA A SERMON IN RHYME RUTHE RHYME t X BEING THE THEORIES OF ONE FESSENDEN q Who Trod His Masters Master's Footsteps as Trustful as a Child And Never S Scorned orn d to Lift the Heart by Want and Guilt Defiled Old Fessenden for many a weary year Had daily dally searched the Book of Life to C male make Its meaning clear And though he bowed beneath the weight of eighty years jears and more No hand could lay a wilful wrong beside beside Be be- side the old mans man's door He lie trod his Masters Master's footsteps as trustful trustful trust trust- ful as a child And never scorned to lift the heart by A want and guilt defiled His godly neighbors thought it wrong with lepers thus to sit But smiled and said saM I S' S haven't found it It lt When preachers called for funds to too o spread abroad the gospel name si While right behind the church the alleys r reeked with sin and shame r And g not a Christian rl hand was rals raised d to f bring the outcasts nl in Alone Alon with God o and poverty he fo fought fa the hosts st of sin to And when old Deacon Bradley drove his 2 daughter f forth rth in shame t c l He took her with her baby In and when J the elders came came camer r To beat him down with argument all drawn from Holy Writ 1 He gr primly grImly imly shook his head and said I haven't found it jit yit He thought that heathen texts might be he within the Bible DIble found While Christians lived who never even I heard the gospel sound But all the elders held that truth with dogma first began t And said he trusted things to God too much for tor Christian man J Says Parson Jones Theres outside sects that's spreading hour by hour hAnd And and we i must crush put their them inI rising down my r friend But But of Holy Holy m Writ rA took Ok him down his book And lAnd tapped the sacred page and said I 1 haven't found it j tt 4 And when preached for Temper Temper- Temperance's r antes ance's the e vine I sake ke that God had cursed L And devils I swarmed d by legions in the r- r w- w W Old I Old Old p l Usaa hi I wine Fessenden said Temperate Temperate Tem rr r though I be r- r Im I'm not to take the draught theAnd the 0 Savior sat for me parsons And when the barred parson barred back sinners sinners sin sin- ners from the feast divine He cried Christ gave His Isis blood for them and cant can't you give your wine J Drive back the cr Cf Pharisee and gOdl godly If they've a right to come he cried I J haven't found It yit When Sunday u came the poor mans man's day and n all the fields were er green r ns I He loved to see the happy crowds flock lot oer o'er the joyous scene r like the glorious throng he thought which once with Jesus trod And learned from Him In brooks and r. trees and fields to worship God And when the elders prayed them that broke the Sabbath Day Pay That God would smite them hip and thigh in Israels Israel's ancient way That Christ had the iron law by Moses writ If Christ did such a thing he cried i haven't found It yit His life Ufe w was was s like Uke the balmy spring with which the earth is blest And doing good and thinking good he laid him down to rest i 1 He sleeps s amid the poor Door he loved like warriors mid their brave And sanctifies sanctities the lofty church beside POr his lowly grave I O 0 h Fessenden den youve you've found it long ago In realms of everlasting light where flowers eternal grow A For Por high on God Gods God's s resplendent roll 1011 your humble name Is writ 0 j. j While Cant and Sham still vainly seek cr r and haven't found it yit I. I. I W W. Heysinger M M. A A. M M. D D. Jn in n r Philadelphia Ledger I |