Married on April 20, 1826
Death of Rev. Z H Gordon
Rev. Z H Gordon died yesterday after a comparatively short illness, near Goodwater, Alabama. He was nearly 90 years old, and was the father of the present governor of Georgia.
Rev. Mr. Gordon whose life was protracted many years beyond the natural and allotted span, was ever alert to his duties as a Christian and a citizen, and the fruits of his good works sprung up behind him like flowers after the rain. As a husband, father, friend, and in all the manifold relations of life, he was faithful and just. If he was not brilliant, he was not brittle in character,and when he bent at all under the carping pressures of life, it was like bending of the never-yielding oak, which stoops in one storm that it may stand to face another.
Rev. Mr. Gordon was a minister of the Missionary Baptist church, and it is owing to the energy and Spartan probity of a few pioneers like him that this great denomination in Georgia gained the foothold in early days, which was the germ of its splendid growth and maturity today. Mr. Gordon's young manhood was cast in troublous and untoward times, but times whose very hardships strengthened and multiplied the virtues of the people who endured them for the sake of their posterity. In company and companionship with Rev. J H Campbell, of this city, and a number of other veterans of the cross, who have long since "fallen on sleep and are not for God took them," Mr. Gordon preached Christ to the earlier settlers and pioneers of this and adjoining states. Many of his spiritual children went ahead of him to the "Continuing City," and many still remain to mourn his departure and weave amaranths for his memory, which lingers with them yet like a precious ointment. The white haired and holy old man is not dead, as people say. He is only transferred from the part of the church that is militant to the part that is triumphant; and he can still sing as he loved to do -
"Our Father and our God
At whose command we bow;
Part of the host have crossed the flood,
And part are crossing now."
Eternity, momentous and appalling as all its issues are , had no terrors for him. On the contrary, it only un-curtained to his "weary, longing eye" the sweet restfulness and peace which is at once the heritage and the benediction of all the "dead who die in the Lord." "Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord." They feel their way through the dust to the stars, and the sweet fields, they find beyond the gushing flood are worth the struggle it takes to reach them, even if the journey does lead along a highway of voiceless silence and through a valley of shadows and corruption and worms. With men like Rev. Z H Gordon death is neither a misfortune nor a defeat. It is the crown of life in this world and the beginning of life in another.
Rev. Mr. Gordon was well known in Columbus and in Russell county, Ala., hew having resided in both places for a number of years after the war. He never recovered from the shock given him by the death of his youngest son Walter Gordon, who was the Benjamin of his old age, and whose untimely death occurred only a short time ago. And well he might grieve for him. He was a golden-hearted gentlemen as well as a loving son. This aged patriarch was indeed blessed in his children. There was no traditional "black sheep" in his family. And even his last days of sunset and sorrow must have been lightened by the consciousness that the left one boy - always a boy to him - but who is Georgia's most honored citizen, and whose splendid fame is the common and precious property of all the American people. It required a man in whom there are mighty, if hidden qualities to be the father of John B Gordon. Rev. Z H Gordon preached the gospel of the son of God to three generations of men, and when at the sunset of life an in the shadow of two worlds he come to face the last enemy of man, the grace he had recommended to others was sufficient for him. His gray hairs were but an almond tree that was blossoming for the garden of the Lord. And when he died yesterday, his going away was not like the paroxysm of a strong man but like the going to sleep of a little infant. Nature took him by the hand and led him gently out of life. Like a candle that burns out in its flickering socket, or like a shock of corn that is fully ripe for the harvest, he was gathered to his fathers. He shook off his infirmities with his cumbersome mortality, and he is no longer an old man now. For his wrinkle are smoothed away and his relit eyes have looked at last upon the "King in His beauty and the land that is very far off."
Date: Saturday, December 11, 1886
Paper: Columbus Daily Enquirer (Columbus, GA)
Volume: XXVIII
Issue: 295
Page: 4
Death of Rev. Z H Gordon
Rev. Z H Gordon died yesterday after a comparatively short illness, near Goodwater, Alabama. He was nearly 90 years old, and was the father of the present governor of Georgia.
Rev. Mr. Gordon whose life was protracted many years beyond the natural and allotted span, was ever alert to his duties as a Christian and a citizen, and the fruits of his good works sprung up behind him like flowers after the rain. As a husband, father, friend, and in all the manifold relations of life, he was faithful and just. If he was not brilliant, he was not brittle in character,and when he bent at all under the carping pressures of life, it was like bending of the never-yielding oak, which stoops in one storm that it may stand to face another.
Rev. Mr. Gordon was a minister of the Missionary Baptist church, and it is owing to the energy and Spartan probity of a few pioneers like him that this great denomination in Georgia gained the foothold in early days, which was the germ of its splendid growth and maturity today. Mr. Gordon's young manhood was cast in troublous and untoward times, but times whose very hardships strengthened and multiplied the virtues of the people who endured them for the sake of their posterity. In company and companionship with Rev. J H Campbell, of this city, and a number of other veterans of the cross, who have long since "fallen on sleep and are not for God took them," Mr. Gordon preached Christ to the earlier settlers and pioneers of this and adjoining states. Many of his spiritual children went ahead of him to the "Continuing City," and many still remain to mourn his departure and weave amaranths for his memory, which lingers with them yet like a precious ointment. The white haired and holy old man is not dead, as people say. He is only transferred from the part of the church that is militant to the part that is triumphant; and he can still sing as he loved to do -
"Our Father and our God
At whose command we bow;
Part of the host have crossed the flood,
And part are crossing now."
Eternity, momentous and appalling as all its issues are , had no terrors for him. On the contrary, it only un-curtained to his "weary, longing eye" the sweet restfulness and peace which is at once the heritage and the benediction of all the "dead who die in the Lord." "Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord." They feel their way through the dust to the stars, and the sweet fields, they find beyond the gushing flood are worth the struggle it takes to reach them, even if the journey does lead along a highway of voiceless silence and through a valley of shadows and corruption and worms. With men like Rev. Z H Gordon death is neither a misfortune nor a defeat. It is the crown of life in this world and the beginning of life in another.
Rev. Mr. Gordon was well known in Columbus and in Russell county, Ala., hew having resided in both places for a number of years after the war. He never recovered from the shock given him by the death of his youngest son Walter Gordon, who was the Benjamin of his old age, and whose untimely death occurred only a short time ago. And well he might grieve for him. He was a golden-hearted gentlemen as well as a loving son. This aged patriarch was indeed blessed in his children. There was no traditional "black sheep" in his family. And even his last days of sunset and sorrow must have been lightened by the consciousness that the left one boy - always a boy to him - but who is Georgia's most honored citizen, and whose splendid fame is the common and precious property of all the American people. It required a man in whom there are mighty, if hidden qualities to be the father of John B Gordon. Rev. Z H Gordon preached the gospel of the son of God to three generations of men, and when at the sunset of life an in the shadow of two worlds he come to face the last enemy of man, the grace he had recommended to others was sufficient for him. His gray hairs were but an almond tree that was blossoming for the garden of the Lord. And when he died yesterday, his going away was not like the paroxysm of a strong man but like the going to sleep of a little infant. Nature took him by the hand and led him gently out of life. Like a candle that burns out in its flickering socket, or like a shock of corn that is fully ripe for the harvest, he was gathered to his fathers. He shook off his infirmities with his cumbersome mortality, and he is no longer an old man now. For his wrinkle are smoothed away and his relit eyes have looked at last upon the "King in His beauty and the land that is very far off."
Date: Saturday, December 11, 1886
Paper: Columbus Daily Enquirer (Columbus, GA)
Volume: XXVIII
Issue: 295
Page: 4
Married on April 20, 1826
Death of Rev. Z H Gordon
Rev. Z H Gordon died yesterday after a comparatively short illness, near Goodwater, Alabama. He was nearly 90 years old, and was the father of the present governor of Georgia.
Rev. Mr. Gordon whose life was protracted many years beyond the natural and allotted span, was ever alert to his duties as a Christian and a citizen, and the fruits of his good works sprung up behind him like flowers after the rain. As a husband, father, friend, and in all the manifold relations of life, he was faithful and just. If he was not brilliant, he was not brittle in character,and when he bent at all under the carping pressures of life, it was like bending of the never-yielding oak, which stoops in one storm that it may stand to face another.
Rev. Mr. Gordon was a minister of the Missionary Baptist church, and it is owing to the energy and Spartan probity of a few pioneers like him that this great denomination in Georgia gained the foothold in early days, which was the germ of its splendid growth and maturity today. Mr. Gordon's young manhood was cast in troublous and untoward times, but times whose very hardships strengthened and multiplied the virtues of the people who endured them for the sake of their posterity. In company and companionship with Rev. J H Campbell, of this city, and a number of other veterans of the cross, who have long since "fallen on sleep and are not for God took them," Mr. Gordon preached Christ to the earlier settlers and pioneers of this and adjoining states. Many of his spiritual children went ahead of him to the "Continuing City," and many still remain to mourn his departure and weave amaranths for his memory, which lingers with them yet like a precious ointment. The white haired and holy old man is not dead, as people say. He is only transferred from the part of the church that is militant to the part that is triumphant; and he can still sing as he loved to do -
"Our Father and our God
At whose command we bow;
Part of the host have crossed the flood,
And part are crossing now."
Eternity, momentous and appalling as all its issues are , had no terrors for him. On the contrary, it only un-curtained to his "weary, longing eye" the sweet restfulness and peace which is at once the heritage and the benediction of all the "dead who die in the Lord." "Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord." They feel their way through the dust to the stars, and the sweet fields, they find beyond the gushing flood are worth the struggle it takes to reach them, even if the journey does lead along a highway of voiceless silence and through a valley of shadows and corruption and worms. With men like Rev. Z H Gordon death is neither a misfortune nor a defeat. It is the crown of life in this world and the beginning of life in another.
Rev. Mr. Gordon was well known in Columbus and in Russell county, Ala., hew having resided in both places for a number of years after the war. He never recovered from the shock given him by the death of his youngest son Walter Gordon, who was the Benjamin of his old age, and whose untimely death occurred only a short time ago. And well he might grieve for him. He was a golden-hearted gentlemen as well as a loving son. This aged patriarch was indeed blessed in his children. There was no traditional "black sheep" in his family. And even his last days of sunset and sorrow must have been lightened by the consciousness that the left one boy - always a boy to him - but who is Georgia's most honored citizen, and whose splendid fame is the common and precious property of all the American people. It required a man in whom there are mighty, if hidden qualities to be the father of John B Gordon. Rev. Z H Gordon preached the gospel of the son of God to three generations of men, and when at the sunset of life an in the shadow of two worlds he come to face the last enemy of man, the grace he had recommended to others was sufficient for him. His gray hairs were but an almond tree that was blossoming for the garden of the Lord. And when he died yesterday, his going away was not like the paroxysm of a strong man but like the going to sleep of a little infant. Nature took him by the hand and led him gently out of life. Like a candle that burns out in its flickering socket, or like a shock of corn that is fully ripe for the harvest, he was gathered to his fathers. He shook off his infirmities with his cumbersome mortality, and he is no longer an old man now. For his wrinkle are smoothed away and his relit eyes have looked at last upon the "King in His beauty and the land that is very far off."
Date: Saturday, December 11, 1886
Paper: Columbus Daily Enquirer (Columbus, GA)
Volume: XXVIII
Issue: 295
Page: 4
Death of Rev. Z H Gordon
Rev. Z H Gordon died yesterday after a comparatively short illness, near Goodwater, Alabama. He was nearly 90 years old, and was the father of the present governor of Georgia.
Rev. Mr. Gordon whose life was protracted many years beyond the natural and allotted span, was ever alert to his duties as a Christian and a citizen, and the fruits of his good works sprung up behind him like flowers after the rain. As a husband, father, friend, and in all the manifold relations of life, he was faithful and just. If he was not brilliant, he was not brittle in character,and when he bent at all under the carping pressures of life, it was like bending of the never-yielding oak, which stoops in one storm that it may stand to face another.
Rev. Mr. Gordon was a minister of the Missionary Baptist church, and it is owing to the energy and Spartan probity of a few pioneers like him that this great denomination in Georgia gained the foothold in early days, which was the germ of its splendid growth and maturity today. Mr. Gordon's young manhood was cast in troublous and untoward times, but times whose very hardships strengthened and multiplied the virtues of the people who endured them for the sake of their posterity. In company and companionship with Rev. J H Campbell, of this city, and a number of other veterans of the cross, who have long since "fallen on sleep and are not for God took them," Mr. Gordon preached Christ to the earlier settlers and pioneers of this and adjoining states. Many of his spiritual children went ahead of him to the "Continuing City," and many still remain to mourn his departure and weave amaranths for his memory, which lingers with them yet like a precious ointment. The white haired and holy old man is not dead, as people say. He is only transferred from the part of the church that is militant to the part that is triumphant; and he can still sing as he loved to do -
"Our Father and our God
At whose command we bow;
Part of the host have crossed the flood,
And part are crossing now."
Eternity, momentous and appalling as all its issues are , had no terrors for him. On the contrary, it only un-curtained to his "weary, longing eye" the sweet restfulness and peace which is at once the heritage and the benediction of all the "dead who die in the Lord." "Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord." They feel their way through the dust to the stars, and the sweet fields, they find beyond the gushing flood are worth the struggle it takes to reach them, even if the journey does lead along a highway of voiceless silence and through a valley of shadows and corruption and worms. With men like Rev. Z H Gordon death is neither a misfortune nor a defeat. It is the crown of life in this world and the beginning of life in another.
Rev. Mr. Gordon was well known in Columbus and in Russell county, Ala., hew having resided in both places for a number of years after the war. He never recovered from the shock given him by the death of his youngest son Walter Gordon, who was the Benjamin of his old age, and whose untimely death occurred only a short time ago. And well he might grieve for him. He was a golden-hearted gentlemen as well as a loving son. This aged patriarch was indeed blessed in his children. There was no traditional "black sheep" in his family. And even his last days of sunset and sorrow must have been lightened by the consciousness that the left one boy - always a boy to him - but who is Georgia's most honored citizen, and whose splendid fame is the common and precious property of all the American people. It required a man in whom there are mighty, if hidden qualities to be the father of John B Gordon. Rev. Z H Gordon preached the gospel of the son of God to three generations of men, and when at the sunset of life an in the shadow of two worlds he come to face the last enemy of man, the grace he had recommended to others was sufficient for him. His gray hairs were but an almond tree that was blossoming for the garden of the Lord. And when he died yesterday, his going away was not like the paroxysm of a strong man but like the going to sleep of a little infant. Nature took him by the hand and led him gently out of life. Like a candle that burns out in its flickering socket, or like a shock of corn that is fully ripe for the harvest, he was gathered to his fathers. He shook off his infirmities with his cumbersome mortality, and he is no longer an old man now. For his wrinkle are smoothed away and his relit eyes have looked at last upon the "King in His beauty and the land that is very far off."
Date: Saturday, December 11, 1886
Paper: Columbus Daily Enquirer (Columbus, GA)
Volume: XXVIII
Issue: 295
Page: 4
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