The Atlanta constitution. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1885-19??, 1888-07-03

treated 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.,
inat l might vanish from your sight this morn4
ing, and that Jesus might come in Ave He
comes here this morning TO plead for your soul
comes III all covered with the wounds OF
Calvary. He says 80, immortal mani I
died for thee. l pity thee. / come to save
thee. With these hands, torn and crushed, s
will lift thee up into pleasures that never die",
Who will reiect-who will drive him back?
When Christ was slam on the cross, they had
cross, and they had nails, and they had hams
mers. You cruelty by your sin, o, impenitens
soul the Lord Jesus Christ. Here is a cross;
but where nre the nails? Where are the hams
mers? "Ah," says some one, rejecting
Chrlst-some one standing long way off IT
will furnish the nails. don't believe in that
Jesus. 1 will furnish the nails" Now we
nave the nails; who will furnish the ham,
mers? "Ah," says some hard heart, II will
furnish the hammers" Now we have the
nails and the hammers. We have no spears Il
some one long in the habit of sin and reflections
of Christ's mercy, II will furnish them" Now
we have all the Instruments the cross, the
nails, the hammers, the spears, and the cruci-
hXlon goes on. o, the darkness o, the pangi
Q, the tears o, the death! "Behold the
Lamb of God, that takest away the sin of the
world
Lord Jesus, help that man. He sits far back
touay' IIe uOeS not ike 10 come forward. He
feels strange in q religious assemblage He
thinks perhaps we do not want him. D Jesus,
take that trembling hand. Put Thine ear to
that agitated heart, and hear how it beats. O,
LIT the iron gate of that prison-house and let
that man go free.
Lord Jesus, help that woman. She is a wan.
dderer. No tears can she weep. See, LORD
Jesus, that polluted soul, that bistered foot,
No church for her. No good cheer for her No
hope for her. Lord Jesus, go to that soul.
Int fha bnh
chain, that burns to the bone till the bloody
ichor Kisses in the heat, snap at Thy touch.
o, have mercy on Mary Magdalene.
Lord Jesus, help that young man. He took
money out of his employers till. Didst Thou
see 1t? The clerks were all gone The lights
were down. The shutters were up. Didst
Thou see it? o, let him not fall into the pit,
Kememberest Thou not his mothers prayers?
She can pray for him no more. Lord Jesus,
touch him on the shoulder. Touch him on the
heart Lord save that young man. There are
many young men here. l got a letter
from one of them who is probat
bly, hero today, and shall have
no other opportunity of answering that letter.
You say you believe in me. o, do you believe
in Jesus? l cannot save you, my dear brothers
Christ can. He wants and waits to save you,'
and lie comes today to save you. Will you
have Him? i do not know what our young
men do without Chrst-how they get on amid
all tho temptations and trials to which they
are subjected. o, young men, come to Christ
today, and put your soul and your interest for
this life and for the next into His keeping. In
olden times, you know, cup-bearer would
bring wine or water to tho king, who would
drink it, first tasting it himself showing,
there was. no poison in it, then passing
1t to the king, who would drinlf
it. The highest honor l ask is that l may be-
cup-bearer today to your soul. / bring youi
this water of everlasting life. ] have BEEN
drinking of it. There is no poison in it. Itl
has never done me any harm. 1t will do you'd
no harm. o, drink it, and live forever. Andj
let that aged man put his head down on the
staff, and let that poor widowed soul bury her,
worried face in her handkerchief, and these I
little children fold their hands in prayer
while we commend you to Him who was
wounded for our transgressions and bruised
forour iniquitics; for TO you which believe He
is precious.