Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1888-07-13

MY guile Oh 10 elSnty. 10 ninety Se1is
of age. but your common sense tells
land the majority of this audience in
eternity. The next ten years will thin
out great many of these family cir
Giles. This day may do the work for
some OF us. Now, why do say this? TO
scare you? No; but Just as 1 would
stand in your office, if 1 were business
man and you We're business man, and
talk over risks. You do not consider it
cowardly to talk in your store over tenn
poral risks. Is it base in us this morn
ing to talk little while over the risks
OF the soul. that are for eternity? In
every ,congreg cation death has the last
Where is your father2 Where is your
mother? Your child2 Your brother?
Your sister? o, how cruel does death
seem to be! Will he pluck every flower?
viii he poison every fountain? Will he
put black on every door knob? Will he
snap every heartstring? Can I keep
nothing? Are there no charmed weap-
ons with which to go out and contend
against him? Give me some keen sword, |
sharpened in Gods arlnory. with which I
may stab him through. Give me some
battle-ax that may clutch it and hew
him from helmet to sandal. Thank
the pale horse hath more than match
in Him who rideth on the white horse.
st. John heard the contest, the paving
OF the steeds, the rush, the battle cry,
the onset, until the pale horse came,
down on his launches and his rider bit
the dust, while Christ, the conqueror,I
with uplifted voice declared it: 90
death, will be thy plague; o grave, 1
will be thy destruction"
The sepulcher is a lighted castle on
the shore Of heavenly seas, and sentinel
angels walk up and down at the door to
guard it. The dust and the dampness
of the grave are only the spray Of the
white surf Of celestial seas. andthe long
breathing of the dying Christian, that
you call his gasping, is only the long in
halation of the air of Heaven. o, bless
God for what Christ is to the Christian
soul, here and hereafter!
heard a man say some time ago that
they never laugh in Heaven. do not
know where he got his authority for that
l think they do laugh in Heaven. When
victors come home do we not laugh?
When fortunes are won in day, do we
not laugh? After we have been ten or
fifteen years away from our friends, and
we greet them again, do we not laugh?
Yes, we will laugh in Heaven. Not hol-
i,
but full, round, clear, deep, resonant
outbreak of eternal gladness. Oh, the
| glee of that moment when we first see
Jesus! 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 moment when the
doXology paused, ten thousand souls
would cry out: "Sing! sing!" and when
the cry was: What Shall We sing?" the
/ answer would be: Jesus! Jesus" ooh,
you may have all the crowns in Heaven;
l do not care so much about them. You
may have all the robes of Heaven; do
not care SO much about them.
You may have all the scepters
SO much about them. You may have all
the thrones in Heaven; do not care so
much about them. But give me Jesus
that is enough for me. Oh, Jesus! I
long to see Thee. Thou chief among
ten thousand, the one altogether lovely
There may be some here who have
come hardly knowing why they come.
Perhaps it was as in Paufs timc-you
have come to hear what this babbler
sayeth; but am glad to meet you face
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. It fades. 1t dies. You are
immortal. Isee it in the deathless spirit
looking out from your eye. It is
mighty spirit. 1t is an immortal spirit.
1t beats against the window Of the cage.
| come out to feed it. During the past
week the world has been trying to feed
it with husks. I come out this morning
to feed it with that bread of which il a
man eat he will never hunger. What
has the world done for you? Has it not
bruised you? Has it not betrayed you?
Has it not maltreated you? Look me in
the eye, immortal man, and. tell me if
that is not so. And yet, will you trust
it? 0, wish that you could forget me,
the weak and sinful man-that l might
vanish from your sight this morning.
comes here this morning to plead for
your soul--comes in all covered with the
wounds of Calvary. He says: 90, i'm
mortal man! die for thee. pity thee.
1 come to save thee. With these hands,
torn and crushed, I will lift thee up
into pleasures that never die" Who
will reject-who will drive Him back?
When Christ was slain on the cross.
they had a cross. and they had nails,
and they had hammers. You cruelty by
your sin, o impenitent soul! the Lord
Jesus CHRIST. Here IS cross; but W here
are the nails? Where are the hammers?
"Ah," says one rejecting Christ-some
one standing q long way off. Il will fur
nish the nails. l don't believe in that
Jesus. l will furnish the nails" Now
we have the nails; who will furnish the
hammers? "Ah. says some hard heart,
Il will furnish the hammers" Now we
have the nails and the hammers. We have
no spears; who will furnish the spears?
"Ah," says some one long i'll the habit of
sin and rejection of Christs mercy; II
will furnish them. Now we have all
the instruments; the cross. the nails, the
hammers. the spears: and the cruciiixion
goes on. o. the darkness! O, the pang!
0. the tears! O. the death! Behold
the Lamb Of God. that takes away the
sin of the world.
Lord Jesus, help that man. He sits
far back to-day. He does not like to
come forward. He feels strange in Il
religious assemblage. He thinks, per-
haps. we do not Want him. Oh. Jesus
take that trembling hand. Put Thin |
ear to that agitated heart and hear hos
it beats. Oh, lift the iron gate of tho
prison house and let that man go free.
Lord Jesus, help that woman. She i
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