The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1889-12-09
doxoIogy. the frozen prayer of all

umphant doxology, the frozen prayer OF all
nations.
The crowd looked around to see exhilara-
ton and transport IN the face of Christ.
o, moi Out from amid the gate, aud the
domes, and the palaces. there arose a vision
OF this ciJy's sin. and of this city's doom,
which Obliterated the landscape from hori-
ION to horizon, and he burst into tears, cry
ing: 80 Jerusalem, Jerusslemw But that
was the only day of pOmp that Jesus saw
in and around this city. Yet he walked the
Streets of this city the loveliest and most
majestic being that the world ever saw or
ever will see. Publius Lentulus, in a letter
to the Roman senate. describes him as "a
man of stature somewhat tall, his hair the
color of chestnut fully ripe, plain to the
ears, whence downward il is more orient.
curling and waving about the shoulders
In the midst of his forehead is a seam, or
partition of his hair; forehead plain and
very delicate; his face without spot or
wrinkle, lovely red; his nose and mouth
so forked as nothing can g represented; his
beard thick, in color like his hair-not very
long; his eyes gray, quick and clear" He
must die. The French army in Italy found
brass plate on which was a copy of his
death warrant, signed by John Zerubbsbsl,
Raphael Robaui, Daniel Robani and Capet.
Sometimes men on the way TO the scat
fold have been rescued by the mob. No
such attempt was made in this case, for the
mob were against him. From nine in the
morning till three in the afternoon, Jesus
hung a-dying in the outskirts of this city.
1t was a scene of blood. We are so CON
stituted that nothing is so exciting as blood
1t is not the childis cry in the street that so
arouses you as the crimson dripping from
it's lip In the dark hall, seeing the finger
marks of blood on the plastering, you cry.
"What terrible deed has been done herel"
Looking upon this suspended victim of the
cross, we thrill with the sight of blood-blood
dripping from thorn and nail, blood rushing
upon his cheek, blood saturating his gar
ments, blood gathered in a pool beneath.
1t is called an honor DO have in ones veins
the blood of the house OF Stuart, or of the
house of Hapsburg. Is it nothing when |
point you to the outpouring blood of the
king of the universe!
In England the name OF Henry was so
great that its honors were divided among
different reigns.i 1t was Henry l., and
and Henry IL, and Henry Ill. and Henry
w., and Henry V. In France the name of
Louis was so favorably regarded that
I'LL. and so on. But the king who
walked these street, was Christ the
First, Christ the Last, and Christ the
Only. He reigned before the car mounted
the throne of Russia. or the throne of Aus
tria was lifted, 'king eternal, immortal. y
Through the indulgences of the royal
family the physical life degenerates. and
some of the kings have been almost imbe-
Gle, and their bodies weak, and their blood
thin and watery; but the crimson life that
flowed upon Calvary had in it the health of
immortal God.
Tell it now to all the earth and to all the
heavens-Jesus, our king, is sick with his
last sickness Let carriers carry the swift
dispatch. His pains are worse; he is
breathing last groan; through his body
quivers the last anguish; the king Is dying;
the king is dead? 1t is royal blood 1t is
said that some religionists make too much
of the humanity of Christ. l respond chat
we make too little. If some Roman sur
geon, standing under the cross, had caught
one drop of the blood on his hand and an
alyzed it, it would have been found to have
the same plasma, the same disk, the same
fibrin, the same albumen. 1t was I'M
mistakably human blood. 1t is q man that
hangs there His bones are of the same
material as ours. His nerves are sensitive
like ours. If it were an angel being de-
spoiled / would not feel it so much, for it
belongs to different order of beings But
my Savior is man, and my whole SYM
pathy is aroused | can imagine how the
spikes felt-how hot the temples burned
what deathly sickness seized his heart-how
mountain and city and mob swan away
from his dying vision-something of the
meaning of that cry for help that makes the
blood of all the ages curdle with horror:
My Godi my Godl why has thou forsalzen
me p
Forever with all these scenes of a Saviour's
suffering wilbthis city be associated. Here
his unjust trial and here his death. o .Jeru-
salem, Jerusalem!
But finally / am thrilled with the fact
that this city is a symbol of heaven which
is only another Jerusalem, 1.-The New Jeru-
LEM" And this thought has kindled the
imagination of all the sacred poets. | am
glad that Horatio Bonar, the Scotch hymn
list, rummaged among old manus scripts of
the British museum until he found that
hymn in ancient spelling, parts of which we
have in mutilated form in our modern
hymn books, but the quaint power of which
we do not get in our modern versions;
Hierusalem, my happy homer
When shall come to thee?
When shall my sorrows have an end
my joys when shall | see?
Noe dampish mist is scene in thee,
Noe colde nor darksome night:
There everice soue shines as the sunne,
There God himself gives light.
Thy walls are made of pretious stones.
Thy bulwarkeS diamondes square;
Thy gates are OF right orient pearle
Exceedinge richie and rare.
Thy turrettes and thy pinnacles
With carbuncles doe shine;
Thy verrie streets are paved with gould.
Surpassinge cleare and fine.
Thy houses are of yvorie.
Thy windows crystal cleare;
Thy styles are made of beaten gould
o God that were there.
Our sweete is mixed with bitter gaule.
Our pleasure is but paine;
Our joyes scarce last the lookeing on,
Our sorrowes stille RENAME.
But there they live in such delight,
Such pleasure and such play,
AS that to them a thousand yeares
Doth SCENE as yesterday.
Thy gardens and thy gallant wakes
Continually are greene;
There grow such sweete and pleasant flowers
AS no where else are scene.
There trees for evermore beare fruite
And evermore doe syringe;
There evermore the angels sit
And evermore do SINCE.
Hierusalem my happie homel
Would God were in thee!
Would God my woes were at an end
Thy joyes that might see
BOLOGNA OF HORSES.
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