# The Lutheran Pioneer_St. Louis_1894_S41
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A MISSIONARY MONTHLY.

Posuisxep sy Tae Evanorrican Luraeran Sywopicar Conrrrence or Norta AmERrioA.

Vol. XVL

R. A. BISCHOFF, Editor.

Entered at the Post Oftice at St. Louis, Mo., as second-class matter.

St. Louis, Mo., November, 1894.

No. 11.

Thanksgiving Day.

Father of mercies, enthroned in splendor,
Praise for the harvest we yield Thee to-day;
Hear the thanksgiving we joyfully render,
Hear from Thy throne the glad homage we pay.

Praise for Thy mercy for ever enduring;
Praise for Thy showers that watered the grain;
Praise for Thy sunshine, the harvest maturing;
Praise for the wealth of the gold-laden plain.

Praise for Thy promise through ages unbroken;

Praise for the increase in basket and store;

Faithful and true is the word Thou hast spoken,
“Seed time and harvest shall fail nevermore.”’

God the all-bountiful, loving and tender,
Scattered around us are proofs of Thy care;
Hear the glad hymn of thanksgiving we render,
Hear while we mingle our praises with prayer.

Help us to praise Thee by pureness of living;
Ours be the joy that in deeds is ontpoured;
Grant that our lives may in truest thanksgiving
«Always abound in the work of the Lord.”
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We shall see Him.

The lessons for the last Sundays of the
Church year remind us of Christ’s coming in
the clouds of heaven. He that is brought
near to us as the Saviour of sinners on every
Sunday of the year, will come in His glory to
judge the quick and the dead. ‘‘Kvery eye
shall see Him, and they also which pierced
re they also.that pierced Him will see
Him in His glory. And it will be a dreadful
sight to them. ‘The unbelievers, who mocked
Wim and would not have Him as their Saviour,
will see Him as their Judge and will be given
‘¢their part in the Jake which burneth with fire
and brimstone.” The hypocrites, who never
gave their hearts to Jesus, but served Him
only outwardly, will hear’ from the lips of
their Judge the terrible words: ‘‘I tell ye,
J know ye not whence ye are; depart from
me all ye workers of iniquity.’? They all will
tremble at the sight of Him whom they rejected
and who will then reject them. They will say
‘to the mountains and rocks, fall on us, and
hide us from the face of Him that sitteth on
the throne, and from the wrath of the Lamb.

For the great day of His wrath is come; and
who shall be able to stand?”

“For Jesus.”

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those to whom the sight of Jesus in His glory
will be a dreadful sight, but among those to
whom it will be a welcome sight, a sight that
will fill their hearts with joy. And who are
these? They are the true believers. These
have accepted Jesus as their Saviour and love
Him, though they see Him not. But they
long to see Him in whom they believe, and
whom they love, and who has given them the
sweet promise: ‘‘I will come again, and re-
ceive you unto myself.’’ ‘They are ‘‘looking
for that blessed hope, the glorious appearing
of our great God and Saviour, Jesus Christ.’’
This blessed hope comforts and cheers them
as they wander through this dark and dreary
world. And they do not hope in vain. No!
“For yet a little while, and He that shall come
will come, and will not tarry.’ He will soon
come and summon our beloved ones from the
grave and His tired saints from the wearisome
journey of life. Then we shall see the King
in His beauty, and our hearts will rejoice with
an unspeakable joy. We shall see Him as He
is, and shall be satisfied.

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Everlasting Punishment.

A venerable minister, with compassionate
earnestness, once preached a sermon upon
eternal punishment. On the next day some
thoughtless men agreed that one of their num-
ber should go to him, and, if possible, draw
him into a discussion. He went accordingly,
and began the conversation, saying: “‘I be-
lieve there is a small dispute between you
and me, and I thought that I would call this
morning and try to settle it.”” ‘‘Ah! said the
pastor, ‘‘what is it??? “Why,” he replied,
‘tvou say that the woe of the finally impenitent
will be eternal, and I do not think it will.’’
*tOh, is that all,”? he answered; ‘‘there is no
dispute between you and me. If you turn to
Matthew 25, 26, you will find that the dispute
is between you and the Lord Jesus Christ,
and I advise you to go immediately and settle
it with Him.”’

her penny each week as the Lord’s money.
She had not decided what to do with it when
she sickened and was about to die.

A friend came to care for the sick one, and
when she saw how ill she was, sent for a min-
ister. He came, and talked and prayed with
the woman, and was about to leave when she
remembered her little store of money, and
asked the woman who cared for her to find it
in a box and bring it. Handing it to the min-
ister, she said:

“It is for Jesus. I wanted to save more;
but I am going to Him now.’’

After the woman’s death, the little sack was
opened, showing seventeen pennies.

The minister was so deeply impressed with
the sacredness of this little trust, which had
been laid by amidst the deepest poverty, that
he desired to have more added to it and use
it as the foundation for some noble work.

Telling his congregation of it, a responsive
feeling grew within the hearts of many, and
an encouraging collection was made on the
spot. Others, hearing, still kept adding, until
enough was raised to start a mission which was
needed upon the frontier. Can-we not all do
something ‘‘for Jesus?’’—S. 2. S.

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No Fear, no Hope.

Mr. Robert Owen once visited a gentleman
who was a believer. In walking out they came
to the gentleman’s family grave. Owen, ad-
dressing him, said, ‘‘There is one advantage
I have over Christians: I am not afraid to die.
Most Christians are afraid to die; butif some
of my business were settled, I should be per-
fectly willing to die at any moment.’ ‘‘Well,’”
said his companion, ‘‘you say you have no fear
of death—have you any hopein death?”? After
a solemn pause, he replied, ‘‘No/’? ‘*Then,’’
replied the gentleman, pointing to an ox, stand-
ing near, ‘‘you are on a level with that brute;
he has fed till he is satisfied, and stands in the
shade, whisking off the flies, and has neither
hope nor fear.’” ;

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