Saturday Night Thoughts: A Series of Dissertations on Spiritual, Historical, and Philosophic ThemesWhitney, Orson F. (Orson Ferguson)
Religion
Saturday Night Thoughts: A Series of Dissertations on Spiritual, Historical, and Philosophic Themes
Whitney, Orson F. (Orson Ferguson)
Latter Day Saint churches
"(I) The immense field covered by the conquests of Alexander gave to
the civilized world a unity of language, without which it would have
been, humanly speaking, impossible for the earliest preachers to
have made known the good tidings in every land which they traversed.
(II) The rise of the Roman Empire created a political unity which
reflected in every direction the doctrines of the new faith. (III) The
dispersion of the Jews prepared vast multitudes of Greeks and Romans
for the unity of a pure morality and a monotheistic faith. The Gospel
emanated from the capital of Judea; it was preached in the tongue of
Athens; it was diffused through the empire of Rome; the feet of its
earliest missionaries traversed the solid structure of undeviating
roads by which the Roman legionaries--'those massive hammers of the
whole earth'--had made straight in the desert a highway for our God.
Semite and Aryan had been unconscious instruments in the hands of God
for the spread of a religion which, in its first beginnings, both alike
detested and despised."
A similar marvel is the spread of the restored Gospel through the
Gentile nations of modern times, a work yet in its infancy. The
proselyting success of the Latter-day Saints on both hemispheres, their
great pilgrimage from the Mississippi River to the Rocky Mountains,
the redemption of a wilderness, the founding of a State, and the
extraordinary attention attracted by the "Mormon" people--altogether
out of proportion to their numbers--these combined facts constitute a
striking fulfillment of the prophetic picture drawn by the Savior: "Ye
are as a city set upon a hill which cannot be hid."
PART FIVE
IN TIME'S MERIDIAN
ARTICLE TWENTY.
The Lamb of God.
A stranger Star, that came from far,
To filing its silver ray
Where, cradled in a lowly cave,
A lowlier infant lay;
And led by soft sidereal light,
The Orient sages bring
Rare gifts of gold and frankincense,
To greet the homeless King.
* * *
He wandered through the faithfulness world,
A Prince in shepherd guise;
He called his scattered flock, but few
The Voice did recognize;
For minds unborne by hollow pride,
Or dimmed by sordid lust,
Ne'er look for kings in beggar's garb,
For diamonds in the dust.
* * *
Transfixt he hung--O crime of crimes!--
The God whom worlds adore.
"Father forgive them!" Drained the dregs;
Immanuel--no more.
No more where thunders shook the earth,
Where lightnings, 'thwart the gloom,
Saw that unconquered Spirit spurn
The shackles of the tomb.
Far-flaming falchion, sword of light,
Swift-flashing from its sheath,
It cleft the realms of darkness and
Dissolved the bands of death.
Hell's dungeons burst! Wide open swung
The everlasting bars,
Whereby the ransomed soul shall win
Those heights beyond the stars! [1]
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