Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1881-04-04

and transgressions, Christ would for.
give YOU Just as freely as II you hau
never committed but one. Though you
had gone through the whole catalogue
OF crimes. arson apd blasphemy and
mdrder, Christ would pardon you just
as freely, YOU coming to him as though
YOU had committed only the slightest
sin oil the tongue. Why, when Christ
comes to pardon a soul,
He Stops for Nothing.
Height is nothing. Depth is nothing.
Enormity is nothing. Protractedness Is
nothing.
"o',r sins Ill mountains for their SIZE
The seas Of sovereign g'ace expand
The seas of foreign grace arise.
Again, l advise you as one OF the best
things YOU can do with Christ to take
him into your love. Now, there are
two things which make Us love any one
inherent attractiveness and then what
he does IN the way OF kindness towards
US. Now, Christ is in both Ot these po'
sitisns. Inherent attractiveness. Falrer
than the children Of men the lustre oil
the morning OF His age, the glow OF the
setting sun in his cheek, myrrh and
frankness in the breath OF his lips. In
a heaven of holy beings, the best. In
a heaven OF mighty ones, the strongest.
In heaven Of great hearts, the tender
est and the most sympathetic. why,
Scripture has never yet been able 10
chisel his form, nor painting to present
the fnsh OF his cheek, nor music TO strike
his charms, and the great surpise oil
eternity will be-the greatest surprise
of eternity will be the first moment
When We Hush into His Presence
with uplifted hands and streaming eyes
and heart bounding with rapture we
cry out, THAT Is Jesus"
IAN over glorious is my Lord,
He must be loved and yet adored;
His worth, il all the nations knew,
Sure. the whole earth would love hin 100.
Has he not done enough to win our
affections? Peter the Great, laying aside
royal authority, went down among the
ship carpenters to help them; but
Russia got the chief advantage OF that
condescension. John Howard turned
his back upon the retinements and went
amid persons to spy out their sorrows
and to relieve their wrongs; but
English criminals got the CHIEF
advantage OF that miaistry. But
when Christ comes, 1t Is Tor
YOU and me. The sacrifice for you and
me; the tears for you and me; the cruci-
fixion for YOU and me. II ] were hope.
lessly in debt, and some one came and
paid my debts and gave me receipt in
full and called OFF the pack OF bounding
creditors; il | were on afoundering ship
and YOU came In a life. boat and took me
of, could / ever forget your kindness?
Would ever allow an opportunity to
pass without rendering YOU service or
attesting my gratitude and love? On,
how ought we TO feel toward Christ,
who
Plunged into the Depths of our Sin,
and plucked us out. Ought it not TO
set the very best emotions OF our heart
into the warmest, aye, red.hot glow?
The story is so old that people almost
get asleep while they are hearing it. And
vet there he hangs-Jesus, the
man, Jesus the God. Was there any
thing before or since, anything TO be
compared with this Spectacle OF gener-
osity and woe" Did heart strings ever
snap with worse torture? Were tears
ever charged with heavier grief? Did
blood ever gush in each globule the
price of soul? TIE wave OF earthly
malice dashed it's bloody foam against
one foot; the wave of Internal malice
dashed against the other foot; while the
storm OF Gods wrath against sin. beat
on his thorn. pierced brow and all the
hosts OF darkness with cleaning lances,
rampaged through his holy soul! Oh!
see the dethronement OF heavens King!
The conqueror fallen from the white
horse, The massacre OF God! Weep,
We who have tears, over the loneliness
OF his exile and the horrors OF his
darkness. Christ sacrificed on the
funeral pyre of worlds transgression;
the good for the bad; the great for the
mean; the infinite for the finite, the God
for the man! Oh, il there be in all this
audience one person untouched by this
story OF the Savior love, show me where
he il, that may max, the
Monster of Ingratitude and of Crime.
II YOU could see Christ as he is, you
would rise from your seat and fling
yourselves down at his feet, crying:
;sMy Lord, my light, my love, my JOY,
nv peace, my strength, my expectation,
nv heaven, my all. Jesus! Jesus"
on. can ycu not love Him? Do you
want more Of His tears? Why He has
shed them all for YOU. He has no more.
Do YOU want more of his blood? His
arteries were emptied dry, and the iron
hand OF agony could press out
nothing more. Would you put
Him 10 more excruciationP Then
drive another nail into his hand and
plunge another spear into his side and
twist another thorn into his crown and
lash him with another flame Of internal
torture. "No," says some one, stop.
stop! He shall not be smitten again.
Enough the tears. Enough the blood.
Enough the torture. Enough the
ayony." Enough" cries earth.
Enough" cries heaven. Ave enough
cries hell. At last, enough. Oh, look at
Him, thy butchered Lord, unshrouded
and ghastly as they flung Him from the
tree, his wounds gaping for a bandags.
Are there no hands to close these eyes?
Then let the sun 20 out and there be
midnight.
Howlye Winds and Howl ye Seas
for YOUR Lord is dead. Oh, what more
could he have done for You and for me
than he has doneI Could he pay a
bigger price? Could he drink
more bitter cup? Could he
plunge into a worse catastrophe? And
can YOU not love him? Groan again, U
blessed Jesus, that they may feel thy
sacrifice. Groan again. Put the four
fingers and the thumb OF thy wounded
hand upon them, that the cash in the
palm may strike their soul and by
warm life may bleed into them. Groan
again, o Jesus and see if they will not
feel, Oh, what do you do with such
Christ as that? You have got to do
something with him this morning
What will you do with Jesus? Will
you spit upon him again? Will you
cruelty him againi What will you do
this morning with him who has loved
YOU with more than a brothers love,
more than a fathers love, yea more than
a mothers love, through all these years.
Oh, is il not enough to maze the hard
heart Of the rock break? Jesus. Jesus.
What shall we do with thee?