migration. The "fair land" of "many mansions" just on the other side of the portal, death, is to them a "new song" of wondrous mystery. We find it difficult to divest their minds of the idea that we are telling them of a foreign God and Saviour, of a foreign Heaven for foreign people—and "line upon line, and precept upon precept," are required to convince them of the fact that we are all one in Christ Jesus.
While thus we declare to them "the glorious gospel of the blessed God," from that crowd of heathen listeners comes the query, "Does everybody in America love Jesus?" With painful remembrance of those to whom the gospel has first been spoken, who have put it from them and judged themselves unworthy of everlasting life, we answer—"Jesus loves everybody in America."
