The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-10-26

at the point where all earthly and internal hos
Utilities charged on him at once with their keen
sabres-our Substitute.
When did attorney ever endure so much for a
pauper client, or physician for the patient in the
lazaretto, or mother for the child in meInbran-
Gus Group. as Christ for us, and Christ for you,
and Christ for me-? Shall any man, or woman,
or child IN this audience, who has ever suffered
for another. find it hard to understand this
Cnristly suffering for US? Shall those whose
sympathies have been wrung in behalf of the
unfortunate have no appreciation Of that one
moment which was lifted out of all the ages of
eternity as most conspicuous. when Christ gath
cred up all the sins of those to be redeemed I'M
der His one arm. and all their sorrows under
His other arm, and said: II will atone for these
under my right arm, and will heal all those under
my left arms Strike me with all thy glittering
shafts, O eternal justice. Roll over me with all
thy surges, We oceans of sorrowt" And the thun-
derbolts struck Him from above, and the seas of
trouble rolled up from beneath. hurricane after
hurricane, and cyclone after cyclone, and then
and there, in presence of heaven, and earth, and
hell, yea. all worlds witnessing, the price, the
bitter price, the transcendent price, the awful
price, the glorious price, the infinite price, the
eternal price was paid that sets us free. That
is what Paul means. that is what / mean, that is
what all those who have ever had their heart
changed mean by a'blood." l glory in this relig-
ion of blood. | am thrilled as | see the suggest
i've color in cup, whether it be of
FURNISHED silver set on cloth Immediately white,
or rough hewn from wood, set on table in log hut
Westinghouse of the wilderness. Now l am
thrilled as l see the affairs of ancient sacrifice
crimson with the blood of the slain lamb. and
Levltlcus Is to me not so much the Old Testa-
ment as the New. Now | see why the destroying
angel, passing over Egypt in the night. spared
all those houses that had blood sprinkled or their
door-posts. Now I know what Isaiah means
when he speaks of lone in red apparel coming
with dyed garments from Bozrah," and whom
John means when he describes a heavenly chief
tain whose 'vcsture was dipped in blood, and
what Peter, the Apostle, means when he speaks
of the precious blood" and what John means
when he refers to the blood that cleanseth from
all sin, and what the old, worn out, decrepit
missionary, Paul, means when, in my text, ne
cries: without shedding of blood is no remis-
sion" By that blood you and / will be saved or
never saved at all. In all the ages of the world
God has not once ~pardoned a single sin except
through the Savior's expiration, and He never
will. Glory be to God that the hill back of
Jerusalem was the battlefield on which Christ
achieved our liberty!
The most exciting and empowering day of
last SUNNI er was the day l spent on the battle
field of Waterloo. Starting out with the morn
ing train from Brussels. Belgium, we arrived in
about an hour on that famous spot. A son Of
one who was in the battle and who had heard
from his father a thousand times the whole
scene recited. accompanied us over the field.
There stood the old Hougomont Chateau, the
walls dented. and scratched, and broken, and
shattered of grape-shot and cannon ball. There
is the we'll in which three hundred dying and
dead were pitched. There is the chapel with the
head of the infant Christ shot off. There are the
gates at which for many hours English and
French armies wrestled. Yonder were the 160
guns Of the English, and the $50 guns of the
French. Yonder the Hanoverian Hussars fed
for the woods. Yonder was the ravine of Ohaine,
where the French cavalry. not knowing there
was a hollow in the ground, rolled over and
down. troop after trooD-two thousand horses
and fifteen hundred men tumbling into one awful
mass of suffering-hoof of kicking horses against
brow and breast Of CAPTAINS, and colonies, and
private soldiers, the human and the beastly
groan kept up until, the day after, all was SHOW
eled under, because of the malodor arising in
that hot month of.June. There" said our
guide, 1.-The Highland regiments lay down on
their faces waiting for The moment to spring
upon the foe. In that orchard twenty-five hun
dred men were cut TO pieces. Here stood Well
ington with white lips, and by that knoll rode
Marshal Ney on his sixth horse, five having been
shot undo r him. Here the ranks of the French
broke and Marshal Ney with his body slashe6 of
a sword, and his hat off, and his face covered
with powder and blood, tried to rally his
troops as he cried: Come and see how a
marshal of France dies on the battlefield"
From yonder direction Grouchy was expected
for the French reinforcement, but he came not.
Around those woods Butcher was looked for to
reinforce the English, and just in time he came
up. Yonder is the field where Napoleon stood,
his arm through the reins of the horses bride,
daZed and unstrung, trying to go back. Scene
of a battle that went on from twenty five min
utes to II o'clock, on the 18th of June, until 4
o'clock, when the English seemed defeated, and
their commander cried out: boys, can YOU
think of giving way? Remember old England"
and the tide turned, and at . o'clock in the even
ing the man Of destiny. who was called by his
| troops ''Old Two Hundred Thousand turned
away with broken heart, and the fate of centu-
| ries was decided. No wonder a great mound
has been reared there, hundreds of feet high, a
mound at the expense of millions of dollars, and
many years in rising, and on the top is the great
Belgian lion of bronze. and a grand old lion it is.
But our great Waterloo was in Palestine. There
came a day when all hell came up. led by Apol-
lyon, and the captain of our salvation confront
ing them alone, the Rider on the white horse of
the Apocalypse going out againt the black horse
cavalry of death. From II o'clock at noon to 3
o'clock in the afternoon the greatest battle of
the universe went on. Eternal destinies were
being decided. All the arrows of hell pierced
our Chieftain, and the battle axes struck him
until brow, and cheek. and shoulder. and hand.
and foot were incarnadined with oozing life, but
He fought on until He gave a final stroke with
sword from Jehovah's buckler, and the Com
mander-in chief of hell and all his forces fell
| back in everlasting ruin. and the victory is ours.
and on the mound that celebrates the triumph
we plant this day two figures, not in bronze, or
iron. or sculptured marble, but two figures of
living light, the lion of Judah's tribe and the
Lamb that was slain.
MOODY'S FIERY PRAYER.