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Good News From a Far Country.

Good News From a Far Country.

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Published by GLENN DALE PEASE
BY REV. STEPHEN H. TYNG, JR., D.D.,

" As cold waters to a thirsty soul, so is good news from a far country." — Prov. xxv., 25.
BY REV. STEPHEN H. TYNG, JR., D.D.,

" As cold waters to a thirsty soul, so is good news from a far country." — Prov. xxv., 25.

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GOOD EWS FROM A FAR COUTRY. BY REV. STEPHE H. TYG, JR., D.D.," As cold waters to a thirsty soul, so is good news from a far country." — Prov. xxv., 25. God's best gifts are very common-place things. They are so necessary to our existence and enjoyment that few men think enough about them to be thankful for them. They are so freely and faithfully bestowed that their absence or withdrawal is too often counted an act of personal injustice, and a sufficient ex- cuse for discontent and rebellion. They are so plainly the result of certain natural laws that most men fail to connect with them the thoughts and hand and power of God. Such daily and essential blessings are the air we breathe, the light which so delicately falls upon the eye and reveals the world about us, the health which courses through our veins and gives the glow of vigor in endeavor and endurance, the heat about which, in its arti- ficial form, we gather during the cold winter, and from which we find escape in the noon-day of the summer, but which in all its many relations is the force so essential to life — and water, that we drink for refreshment, in which we bathe for cleanliness, upon which we depend in all the arts of life, which, in the form of steam, is the great power that projects the machinery of man and the servant which carries him upon his every journey. You do not tell the whole story of cold water when you have described its chemistry, the particles of which it is composed, and the laws which combine them to produce the result, when yon have explained its attraction, as in the tides responding to the mysteri- ous power in the firmament, when you have calculated nicely its GOOD EWS FROM A FAK COUTRY. 153 forces as it turns the turbine wheel and is resolved into a propel- ling power, when you have discriminated and multiplied in your cal- culations its uses in all the different relations of life. This is not
 
the whole history of cold water. It rises on the wings of the sun from mid ocean, it floats in the fleecy clouds of heaven, it distils in the dew-drop, it patters in the rain, it is hoary in the snow-flake, it is vindictive, hateful, in the hail, it is full of cheer as the sun paints its own image upon the shower and the rainbow is formed. See it bubbling in the summer-time from the spring. Look at it laughing in the rivulet, which runs over the little pebbles in the brook. Listen to it roaring in the cataract, mighty in the river, noisy in the torrent. Behold the still surface of the lake, the only mirror God has given us on earth of His firmament on high. Unmoved in its quietness it tells of the rest of heaven. Cold water ! The flowers exhale it in their fragrance and their perfume, and imprison it in their fibre and their stalk. The beast of the forest and the field, as man himself, depend upon it for their breath and very life. God's great common-place gift to this world is cold water. And how few of us appreciate the blessing or trace it back to the bounty of its giver ! The traveler in the desert, overtaken by the deadly heat, looks most wistfully at the mirage of the fountain, and follows it with persistent effort only to be disap- pointed when he has reached the expected position in which his eye has seen it. Like a child chasing the foot of the rainbow, he never finds it. That poor friend of ours who has been bound these days and nights in the burning chains of fever, oh, how has he plead, while we have watched with him, for water, water, water! ice! something that shall cool the tip of his tongue. Then do we learn somewhat about this gift and the God who bestows it that we knew not before. The mower, in the heat and toil of the day, comes to the spring, and he has learned a lesson about this old blessing that could only have been taught by that experience. Dear friends, God giveth cold water to thirsty souls. Every time you taste a drop, remember Him whose great reservoir above supplies it, and who has in all the many forms of the con- duit applied it to your need. Poor Hagar, driven from the house which had been her home, hid under the shade of the tamarisk tree her son, for the water-skin was empty and he was dying of thirst. God sent His angel to point her to the fountain close by,
 
and her child revived. Hagar owned the value of the gift just at that time. Israel wandered through the wilderness until at last they came to Horeb, and there, when famishing with thirst, Moses struck the rock and the water flowed out. "They drank of that rock that followed them, and that rock was Christ," says Paul. 154: UDER CAVAS. Then they learned the value of the gift and what it meant spiritu- ally. David, standing with his host before the gates of Bethle- hem, captured by the Philistines, said : "Oh, that one would give me of the water of Bethlehem to drink ! " And three stalwart men urged their way in the face of death through the host, and drew of that old water that David had tasted when a boy in the home of Jesse of Bethlehem, and loved so well from old associa- tions. They brought it to him. He poured it out as a drink offering before the God who gave it, for it was the price of souls. Then, in the terrible parable of our Lord, we read the piteous lamentation of Dives in condemnation : " Send Lazarus that he may dip his finger in water and cool my tongue ! " — One drop ! But it was a part of his loss, that his soul, shut out from the knowledge of the goodness of God, could not share in any of its manifestations. ow this is a discovery plain to all experience — the blessed- ness of cold water to thirsty souls. "So," saith the Spirit, " is good news from a far country," how refreshing, how compensating, how invigorating it is ! This is a most familiar comparison. What relief and strength has good news brought to many of you during these times of panic, when you have supposed yourselves lost in the affairs and relations of this world, and some kindly message has relieved your perplexities and restored your self- composure. How, in times of the war, when your mother's and father's hearts were broken with fearful anticipations, did the good news from the battle-field, as the mail scattered the tidings, cheer again to hope and confidence those who were so anxious about the issue of the struggle ? Ah ! have you ever been the minister of ill tidings ? Have you ever been compelled to break

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