The Marlboro democrat. [volume] (Bennettsville, S.C.) 1882-1908, 1888-08-08

ever since, and I love those that I once
hated, and / feel u joy I cunt toll you.
l 4 really don't know what is tho matter
Of me-" A rough sailor got up, and
said. MY lad, l know what's the matter
of you. You have found Jesus. It is
enough TO mako any man happy"
ellis worth Il oil tho nations know,
Sure the whole Garth would loyo Him too"
I remark again: Christ IS precious to
tho belloyor, as
A FINAL DELIyERER.
You and l must after awhile get out OF
this world. Hero and there ono per-
haps may como OIL to eighty, to ninety
years Of age, but your common sense
tells you that tho next twenty-five years
Will land tho majority Of this audience
III eternity. The next ton years will
thin out u great many Of these family
circles. This day may do tho work for
somo or us. Now why do 1 say this?
TO scare you? No; but just as l would
stand IN your Office, if / were u business
man, and you whore II business man,
and talk over risks. You do not coll
slider it cowardly to talk in you store
over temporal risks. Is it base in
us this morning to talk a littlo while
over the risks Of ~ soul, that arc for
eternity?
In every congregation Death has tho
last year boon doing Il great deal Of
work. Where is your father? Whore
is your mother? Your childp Your
brothor2 Your sister2 0, cruel does
Death seem to bel Will he pluck every
flower? WIN he poison every f%ountainp
Will he put black on oyory door-knoD?
Will he snap every hcart-stringp Can l
keep nothing? Arc there no charmed
weapons with which to go out and con
tend against himp Give me some keen
sword, shMrpened in Gods arinory, with
which [ may stab him through. Give
me somob attle-aX0 that L may clutch
it, and hew him from helmet to sandal.
Thank God, thank God, that he that
rideth on the palo horse hath more than
q match in Him who rideth on the white
horse, st. John heard the contest, the
paving Of the steeds, tho rush, the bat
tlc-cry, tho onset, until tho palo horse
came down OH his launches, and his
rider bit tho dust, while Christ, the
conqncror, with uplifted voice declared
it.: 20 death, | will DO thy plague; 0
grave, | WILDE thy destruction" The
scpulchro is
A LIGHTED CASTLE
on the shore or heavenly seas, and SON
final angels walk up and down ut the
door to guard it. The dust and the
dampncss Of Tho grave are only the spray
Of tho white surf Of celestial seas, ana
tic long breathing Of tho dying Chris
tian, that you call his gasping, is only
the long inhalation Of the air Of heaven.
., bless God for what Christ is to tho
Christian soul, hero and hereafterl
l heard Il man say, some time ago,
that they never laugh in heaven. l do
not know where he got his authority for
that. l think they do laugh in heaven.
When victors come homo, do VIC not
laugh? When fortunes are won i'll q
day, do wo not laugh2 After wo have
been ten or fifteen years away from our
friends, and We greet them again, do
we not laugh? Yos,
WE WILL LAUGH IN HEAVEN.
Not hollow laughter nor meaningless
laughter, but a full, round, clear, deep,
resonant outbreak Of eternal gladness.
Oh, tho glee of that moment when wo
first SEQ Jesusl l think we will take
the first two or three years in heaven to
look at Jesus; and if, in ten thousand
years, there Should be a moment when
the doxology paused, ten thousand souls
would cry out: ''Singl Singh, and
when the cry was, ''What shall we
singh" the answer would be, t'Jcsusl
Jesusl" Oh, you may have all the
crowns in heayenl | do not care so
much about them. You may have all
the robes in heaven; r do not care SO
much about them. You may havo all
the sccptrcs in heaven; l 10 dot care SO
much about them. You may have all
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much about them. But give me Jesus
that is enough heaven for me. Oh,
Jesusl 1 long to see Thee, thou s.chief
among ten thousand, the Ono altogether
lovely"
There may BIO some here who havo
come, hardly knowing why they come.
Perhaps it was as in Paul's timc-you
have como to hear what this babDler
sayeth; but J. am glad to meet you rnce
to face, and to strike hands with you in
one earnest talk about your doathless
spirit. DO you know, my friend that
this world is not good enough for you?
1t cheats. 1t fades. tides. You arc
immortal. 1 sec it in the deathloss
spirit looking out from your eyo. 1t is
u mighty spirit. II is an immortal
spirit. 1t beats against the window Of
the cage. leone out to feed it. Dur
tho past week The world has been try
ing to feed it with husks. Il come out
this morning to feed it with that bread
of which il q man cat lie will mover
hunger.
WHAT HAS TIE WORLD DONE
for you? Has it not bruised you? Has
it not betrayed your Has it not NAL
treated you? Look mo in tho aye, i'm
mortal man, and tell mo IL that is not
SO. And yet, will you trust it2 Oh. 1
wish that you could forget me, the weak
and sinful man--that l might vanish
from your sight this morning, and that
Jesus might come in! Aye, lilo comes
here this morning toplead for your soul
comes III all covered with the wounds
Of Calvary. lie says, 20, immortal