Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1889-02-04

PAM On, he fepHeu, Since
] found the Lord I have never had ans
pain except sin. Then they said f.
him: Would you like to send mes
sage to your friends.5' Eyes, / would;
/ tell them that only last night the love OF
Jesus came rushing into my soul like the
surges of the sea, and had TO cry out;
! stop, Lord it is enough: stop, Lord
4 enoughl' - Oh, the joys of this Chris
! tan religion
Just pass OYER from those tame joys in
/ which you are indulging-joys of this
worId-into the raptures of the Gospel 5.
/ The world cannot satisfy you; you have
1 found that oat-AIexander longing
! for other worlds to conquer, and yet
| drowned in his own bottle; Byron whipped
By disquIetudes around the world; Vol
taire cursing his own soul while all the
streets of Paris were applauding him;
Henry II consuming with hatred against
poor Thomas a Becket-all illustrations
of the fact that this world cannot make
a man happy The very man who poi
soned the po1nmel of the saddle on which
Queen Elizabeth rode shouted in the
street: s'God save the queen. One
moment the world applauds and the next
moment the world mathematics. Oh,
come over into this greater joy, this sub
lime soiace, this magnificent beatitUde
The night after the battle of Shiloh, and
there were thousands of wounded on the
field, and the ambuIances had not come,
one Christian soldier, lying there a-dying
under the starlight, began to sing:
There is land of pure delight,
and when he came to the next line there
were scores of voices uniting
Where saints immortal reign.
The song was caught up all through the
fields among the wounded until it was
said there were at least 10 600 wounded
men reuniting their voices as they came
to the verse:
There everlasting spring abides,
and never whitening flowers;
Death like narrow stream divides
That heavenly land from ours. -
Oh, it is great religion to live by, and
it is a great religion to Gle by There is
only one heart throb between you and
that religion this morning Just look in
TO the face of your pardoning God, and
surrender yourself for time and for eter-
nifty, and He is yours, and Heaven is
yours, and all is yours. Some of you,
like the young man of the
text, have gone far astray
1 know not the history, but Won
know it, you know it. When young
man went forth into life, the legend
says, his guardian angel went forth with
him, and getting him into d field the
guardian angel swept a circle clear
around where the young man stood 1t
was circle Of virtue and honor, and he
must not step beyond that circle. Armed |
foes came down but were obliged to halt |
at the cirele-they could not pass But |
one day a temptress with diamonded /
hand stretched forth and crossed that cir |
Gle with the hand, and the tempted soul |
took it, and by that one fell grip was
brought beyond the circle and died |
Some of you have stepped beyond that
circle. Would you not like this day by
The grace of God to step back? This, [
say TO you, is your hour Of salvation
There was in the closing hours of Queen
Anne what is called the clock scene Flat
Town on the pillow in helpless sickness,
he could not move her head or move her
land. She was
WAITING FOR THE HOUR
When the ministers of state should gather
II angry contest, and, worried and worn
nut by the coming hour, and in momenta-
Y absence of the nurse, in the power,
he strange power of which delirium
ometimes gives one, she arose and stood
n front OF the clock and stood there
the clock when the nurse re-
urned. The nurse said: ''Do you see
nything peculiar about that clock?''
he made no answer but soon died. There
clock scene in every history If some
f you would rise from the bed of lethar-
Y and come out from your delirium of
in and look on the clock of your DESTINY
his morning, you would see aud hear
&ftir1 l.,
efoTe, and every tick of the minute,
nd every stroke OF the hour, and every
wing of the pendulum would say:
Now, now, now, now!'' Oh, come
ONE home to your Fathers house.
ONE home, oh, prodigal, from the
ilderness. Come home, come home.
2. But / notice that when the prodi-
al came there was the father IS joy. He
id not greet him with any formal How
0 you do? - He did not come out and
": Lyon are unfit to enter; go out
al wash in the trough by the well, and
len you can come in; we have had
lough trouble with you. - All! no.
hen the proprietor of that estate pro-
aimed festival, it was an outburst of a
theirs love and fathers joy. God is
our father. | have not much sympathy
18th that description of God l sometimes
ear, as though He were q Turkish sui l
n, hard and unsympathetic, and listen
2 not to the cry of His subjects. A :
an told me he saw in one of the Eastern !
nds king riding along, and two men
ere in alteration, and one charged :
e other with having eaten his rice; and
e king said ''Then slay the man, '
id by post-mOrtem examination find l
neither he has eaten the rice. - And he !
rs slain. ALL the cruelty of
SCENE LIKE THAT. n
IT God is not a sultan, not ear, not
iespot, bat a Father-kind, loving,
rgiving, and He makes all heaven ring "
ain when a prodigal comes back 81 a
We nc pleasure, - He says, Gin the t
ath of him that dieth. -
If man does not get TO heaven it is h
cause he viii not go there. No differ t
ce the color, no difference the history. t,
difference the antecedents, no differ a
&c the surroundings, no difference the p
|. When the white horses of Christ s "
tory are brought out to celebrate the p
9rnal triumph you may ride one of u
en-. and as God is greater than all, h
5 joy is greater, and when a soul comes el
elk there Is in His heart the surging of 81
infinite ocean of gladness, and a
express that gladness it N
les all the rivers of pleasure, IS
all the thrones of pomp, and all the pl