The Brookhaven leader., 1888-07-12

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Give me some keen sword, sharpened in
Gods armory, with which may stab him
/ through Give me some battle axe that
may clutch il, aud hew HIM from helmet
to sandal Thank God, thank God, that
/ he that rideth on the pale horse hath
more than mat Ch in him who rideth on
| the white horse. st, John heard the con-
/ test. the paving of the steeds, the rush,
\ tho battle-cry, the onset, until the pale
horse came down on his launches, and
/ his rider bit the dust, while Christ, the
conqueror, with upliftcd voice, declared
! it,
! q death, will he thy plague; o grave, will
! he thy destruction.
The sepulchrc is lighted castle on the
7 shore Of heavenly seas, and sentinel
angels walk up and down at the door to
/ guard it. The dust and the dampncss OF
1.-the grave are only the spray of the white
surf of celestial seas. and the long breath
/ ing of the dying Christian, that You call
his gasping, is only tie long inhalation
of the air of Heaven. o, bless God for
/ what Christ is to the Christian soul, here
| and hereafter.
| There may ne some here who have come
| hardly knowing why they come. Perhaps
/ it was as in Paul'S time-you have come
I to hear what this babblcr sayeth; but l
/ am glad to meet you face to face, and to
| strike hands with you in one earnest talk
about your dcathlcss spirit Do you know,
| my friend, that this world is not good
enough for you? 1t cheats. 1t fades. 1t
/ dies. You are immol tai. | see it in the
deathless spirit look ing out of your eye.
| 1t is IL mighty spirit. 1t is an immortal
spirit 1t beats against the window of
hthe cage. | come out to feed it. During
! the past week the world has been trying
! 10 feed it with huSkS. | come out this
/ morning to feed it with that bread OF
which if man eat he will never hunger.
| What has the world done for you? Has it
not bruised 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: O, wish that you could
forget me, the weak and sinful man
that might vanish from your sight this
morning, and that Jesus might come in.
Aye, He comes here this morning to
plead for your soul-comes in all
covered with the wounds of Calvary.
| He says: 80, immortal man! | died
for thee. | pity thee. | come to save
thee. With these hands, torn and
crushed, Ewill lift thee up into pleasures
| that lever die" Who will reject, who
will drive him back. When Christ was
slain on the cross. they had cross ana
they had nails, and they had hammerA
! You cruelty by your sin, q, lmpenitent
soul! the lord Jesus Christ. Here is a
cross; but where are the nails? Where
are the hammers. 'Ah," says some one
rejecting Christ--some one standing
long way off: II will furnish the nails.
don't believe in that Jesus. | will furnish
the nails" Now we have the nails; who
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some hard heart II will furnish the ham,
mers." Now we have nails and hammers.
We have no spears; who will furnish the
spears? All" says some one long in the
habit of sin and rejection of Christ's
mercy: II will furnish them" Now we
have all the instruments: The cross, the
nails, the hammers, the spears, and the
| CrucifXion goes on. o, the darkness! y,
the pang! 0, the tears! O, the deatlUl
"BehOld the Lamb of God, that takest
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 a religious
assemblage. He thinks perhaps we do
not want him. OJcsus take that trembling
hand. Put thine ear to that agitated
heart and hear how it beats. O, lift the
iron gate of that prison house and let that
man go free.
Lord Jesus, help this woman. She il
a wanderer. No tears can she weep. See
Lord Jesus, that polluted soul, see that
blistcred foot. No hurch for her No
good cheer for her. No hope for her.
Lord Jesus, go to that soul Thou wilt
not stone her. Let the red-hot 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 SEQ it? The clerks were all
gone. The lights were down. The shut
tors were up, Didst Thou see it? o, let
him not FILL into the pit. Rememberest
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
probably here to-day, and shall have no
other opportunity of answering that let
ter. You say you believe in me- o, de
you believe in Jesus? | can not save you,
my dear brother. Christ can. He wants
and waits to save you, and he comes to.
day to save you. Will you have him?
do not know what our young men do
without Christ-how they get on amid all
the temptations and trials to which they
are subjected. 0, young men, come to
Christ to-day and pat your soul and
your interest for this life and Tor
the next into His keeping. In
olden times, you know, a cup
bearer would bring wine or water to
the King, who would drink it, first tasting
it himself, showing there was no poison
in it. then passing it to the King, who
would drink it. The highest honor that
ask is that l may be cup bearer to-day to
your soul. | bring you this water %
everlasting life. have been drinking OF
it. There is no poison in it. 1t has neve.
done me any harm. o, drink it, and live
forever. And 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 little children
fold their hands in prayer while we com.
mend you to Him who was wounded for
our transgressiOns and bruised for our
iniquities, for to you which believe he is
precious.