St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-10-12

razor that is hired" God is love. God is
pity. God is help. God is shelter. God
is rescue. There are no sharp edges about
Him, no thrusting points, no instruments of
laceration. If you want balm for wounds,
He has that. If you want Salve for divine
eyesight, He has that. But if there is sharp
and cutting work to do which requires
razor, that He hires. God has nothing about
Him that hurts save when dire necessity de-
mands, and then He has to go clear off to
some one else to get the instrument. This
divine geniality will be no novelty to those
who have pondered the Calvarean massacre
where God submerged Himself in human
tears, and crimsoned himself from pune
tured arteries, and let the terrestrial and in
ternal world maui him until the chandeliers
of the sky had to be turned out, because the
universe could
NOT ENDURE THE INDECENCY.
Illustrous for love He must have been to
take all that as our substitute, paying out
of His own heart the crimson price of our
admission to heaven. King Henry II. of
England crowned his son as king, and on
the day of coronation, put on a servants
garb and waited, he, the king, at the sons
table, to the aStOnishment of all the princes.
But we know of more wondrous scene,
the King of heaven and earth offering to
put on you, His child, the crown of life,
and in the form of a servant waiting on you
with blessing. Extol that love, all paint
ing, all sculpture, all music, all architect
ure. all worship! In Dresdenian gallery
let Raphael hold Him up, as child, and in
Antwerp cathedral let Rubens hand Him
down from the cross as a martyr, and
Handel make all his oratorio vibrate upon
that one chord-''He was wounded for our
transgressions, bruised for our iniquity."
But not until all the redeemed get home
and from the countenances of all the piled
up galleries of the ransomed shall be re-
vealed the wonders of redemption, shall
either man or seraph or archangel know
the height and depth and length and
breadth of the love of God. At our
national capital
A MONUMENT IN HONOR
of him who did more than any one to achieve
our American independence was for scores
of years in building, and most of us were
discouraged and said it never would be
completed. And how glad we all were
when, i'll the presence of the highest officials
| of the nation, the work was done! But will
| the monument to Him who died for the
eternal liberation Of the human race ever be
| completed? For ages the work has been
going up; evangeliStS and apostles and
martyrs have been adding to the heavenly
| pile, and every one of the millions of the
redeemed, going up from earth, has made
to it contribution of gladness, and weight
of glory is swung to the top Of other weight
of glory, and layers of hosannas on layers
Of hosannas, higher and higher as the cen
ruries go by, higher and higher as the
whole miilenniums roll sapphire on top of
jasper, sardonyx on the top of chalcedony,
and chrysoprasus above topaz, until far be-
meath shall be the walls and towers and
domes of the great capitol, monument
forever and forever rising, and yet never
done ''unto Him who hath loved us and
washed us from our sins in His own blood
and made us kings and priests forever"
| Alaluia amen