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Title: The Christian Foundation, Or, Scientific and Religious Journal, Volume I, No. 7, July, 1880
Author: Various
Editor: Aaron Walker
Release Date: May 3, 2009 [EBook #28668]
Language: English
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Scientific and Religious Journal.
VOL. I. JULY, 1880. NO. 7.
THE FOUNTAIN OF HAPPINESS.
The source and fullness of created good is the knowledge and enjoyment
of God. "Give what thou wilt, without thee we are poor; and with thee
rich, take what thou wilt away." The wicked are like a ship's crew at
sea, carried by the winds upon unknown waters, without peace or safety
until they can renew communications with the shore. A man alienated from
his God is without his proper relations, and separated from the fountain
of happiness, is like a child unconscious of his father--an orphan,
forced along, the sport of accident, with no hope for the future, but
darkness that may overshadow his pathway to the tomb. If we were at once
deprived of all knowledge of God where would we find hopes for support
in the gloomy hours of adversity? What sadness would reign over the
world! What black despair! O, what a chasm it would make to strike the
Infinite One out of existence! "The angels might retire in silence and
weep, or fly through infinite space seeking some token of the Father
they had lost. With unbounded grief and despair they might wing their
way farther and farther, with their harps all unstrung, and every song
silent, and the soul-harrowing words, 'We have no Father, no God, a
blind chance rules,' might be all that would break the awful silence of
heaven. Let the glorious words once more be heard, 'God reigns, he
lives, he reigns,' and what joy would fill the heavens and the earth."
The child
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