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


ever since, and I love those that 1 once
hated, and 1 feel q JOY I can't toll you.
! really DON'T know what is the matter
OF me- "a rough salon got up and
said, MY lad, I know what's the matter
OF you. You have found Jesus. 1t is
enough to mako any man happy"
Ills worth II all tho nations kncY,
Sure tho whole carth would loyc Him too
| romark again: Christ is precious to
the believer. as
A FINAL D~ELIYERIGR.
You and L must after awhile get out OF
this world. Hero and there ono per-
haps may come OH to eighty, to ninety
years Of age, but your common sense
tells you that tho next twenty-five years
Will land the majority Of this audience
III eternity. The next ton years will
thin out " great many Of these family
circles. This day may do the work for
somo OF us. Now why do I say this?
TO scare your No; but Just as | would
stand III your onlco, If IWere a business
man, and you whore q business,
and talk Owe risks. You do not con
slider it cowarlly to talk in you store
over temporal risks. Is it base in
us this morning to talk 81 little while
over the risks Of the soul, that are for
eternity?
In every congregation Death has tho
last year boon doing u great deal Of
work. Where is your fatlerp Whore
is your mothor2 Your child? Your
brother2 Your sister, o, cruel does
Death seem to bel VIII he pluck every
1owerp WIN he poison every f~ountain2
Will lie put black Oh every door-knob?
Will he snap every hoart-string2 Can l
| keep nothing? Arc there no charmed
weapons with which to 60 out aud con-
tend against himp Give me somo keen
sword, Sharpencd in Gods nrinory, with
| which l may stab him through. Give
me somo battlo-aX0 that [ may clutch
it. and hew him from helmet to sandal.
Thank God, thank God, that he that
ridoth on tho palo horse hath moro than
q match in Him who ridetl on the white
horse, st. John heard the contest, the
paving OF the stecds, tho rush, tho bat
tlc-cry, the onset, until tho pale horse
camo down on his launches, and his
rider bit tho dust, while Christ, the
conqueror, with upliftcd voice declared
it: 90 death, I will DO thy plague; 0
grave, l will'be thy destruction" The
sepulchre is
A LIGHTED CASTLE
on tho shore or heavenly seas, and SEN
| final angels walk up and down ut the
| door to guard it. Tho dust and tic
dampnoss Of the grave arc only the spray
Of tho white surf Of celestial seas, and
the long breathing Of the dying Chris
tian, that you call his gasping, is only
the long inhalation OF the air Of heaven.
0, bless God for what Christ is to tho
Christian soul, here and hereafterl
| heard p 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 i'll heaven.
When victors como home, do we not
laugh? When fortunes are won in a
day, do wo not laughp After we have
boon ten or flftecn years away from u
friends, and VIC greet thom 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 CLEO Of that moment when we
first SEQ Jesusl [ think we will take
the first two OF three years i'll heaven to
look at Jesus; and If, in ten thousand
years, there should be q moment when
the doxology paused, ten thousand souls
would cry out: "Singl Singl" and
when tho cry was, "NYhat Shall we
singP"E the answer would be, "Jcsusl
Jesusl' Oh, you may have all tile
crowns i'll heayonl l do not care SO
much about them. You may have all
tho robes in heaven; r do not care SO
much about them. You may have all
the sceptres i'll heaven; l do dot care so
much about them. You may have all
the thrones in heaven; 1 do not caro- SO
much about them. But give mo Jesus
that is enough heaven for me. Oh,
JesusI l long TO SEQ Thee, thou '.chief
among ten thousand, the One altogether
lovely"
Thcro may be somo here who have
come, hardly knowing why they come.
Perhaps it was as in Paul's timc-you
have como to hear what this babblcr
sayeth; but I am glad to meet you Gacc
to face, and to strike hands with you in
one earnest talk about your deathless
spirit. DO you know, my friend that
this world is not good enough for you?
1t cheats. 1t fades. Itdies. You arc
immortal. | sec it in the dcathless
spirit looking out from your eye. 1t is
~ lilSliDJ pklllPs Il Id Ol lluIltOIU Vii
spirit. 1t beats against the window OF
tho cage. leone out to feed it. Dur
the past week the world has been try
ing to feed it with husks. Il como out
this morning to feed 1t with that bread
of which If a man eat lie will never
hunger.
WHAT las THE WORLD DONE
for you? Has it not bruised your Has
it not betrayed your Has it not NAL
treated you? Look mo in the eye, i'm
mortal man, and toll mo If that is not
SO. And yet, will You trust it? OH
wish that you could forget mo, the weak
and sinful man-that l might vanish
from your sight this morning, and that
Jesus might como in! Aye, lie comes
here this morning to plead for your soul
comes III all covered with the wounds