The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1890-06-27

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mo words with which 1 can dcscrib
this love. The apostle says in on
place, ''unsearchable:" in another
past finding out" Height ovcrtop
ping all height: depth plunging be
meath all depth; breadth compassin.
all immensely.
Oh, this love. God so loved tn,
world. He loves you. Don't you be
hovc it? Has He not r>nc everything
thing to make you thil,~ So! He ha!
given you life, health, friends. .np,n,
tho use of your hand, the sight O
your eye, the hearing of your car
He has strcwn your path with NOR
cics. He has fed you, clothed yor
sheltered you, defended you, lovcC
you, importuned VOL. !all your life
long Don't yo,n! Ic loves YOU
Mnys II now W ytsEgyy tart t.s 1G 3 5sife. ir8fa
Nhfow both arms around you. To
make you believe He loves YOU. He
stopped to manger. and cross, and
sepulchre. With all that the pas
siOns of His holy nature reused, He
stands before you today, and would
coax You to happiness and heaven.
Oh, this Fathers kissl There is SO
ihuch meaning, and love, and com
passion III it; SO much pardon in it:
so much heaven III it. L proclaim
him the Lord God, merciful, gracious
and long suffering, abundant in good
ness and truth. Lest you would not
believe him, he gocsup Golgotha and
while tho rocks arc rcnding, and the
graves arc opening, and the mobs arc
bowling, and tho sun is hiding. he
dies for you. Sec him OH the mount
OF crucifiXion, the sweat on his brow
tingcd with the blood cxuding from
his laceratcd temples! See his ewes
swimming in death! Hear the loud
breathing of tho sufferer as he pants
with world on his heart, Hark to
tho fall of tho blood from brow and
hand and foot, on tho rocks beneath
drop! drop! drop! Look ut the nails!
How wide tho wounds arc! Wider
do they gapc rs his body comes down
upon them. Oh! this crucifixion
agony! Tears melting into tears! Blood
flowing into bic Cd! Darkness drop
ping Oh darkness! Hands of men
joined with hands of devils to tear
apart the Quivcring heart of the Son
of God!
Oh! Will He never speak again?
Will that crimson face never light up
again! He will speak again: whilo
the blood is sutfusing His brow, and
reddening his cheek, and gathering
ON nostril and lip, and you think He
is exhausted eal caloast speak, He
..Fataor torefSs tlfszA,s iliftszzAs ~; Z.
what they do!n Is there no 6nipha-
sis in such scene as that to make
your dry eyes weep, and your hard
heart break? Will you turn your
back upon it, and say byyom actions
what the Jews said by their words:
His blood be on us, and OH our
childrcn!" What docs it all mean, my
brother, my sister! Why it means
that for our lost race there was a
Fathers kiss. Love brought Him
down. Love opened the gate. Love
led to the sacrifice. Love shattered
tho grave. Love lifted him up in
Sovereign love! OmnipO-
tent love! Infinite love! Bleeding
love! Everlasting love!
"Oh, for this love lot rocks and hills
Their lasting silence break;
And oil harmonious human tongues
The Savior's praises speak"
Now, will you accept that Father S
kissl The Holy Spirit comes to you
with His arousing, melting, alarming,
inviting, vivifying influence. Hcarcr,
what creates in thee that unrest? 1t
is the Holy Ghost. What influence
now tells thee that it is time to fly,
that tomorrow may be too late; that
there is one door, one road, one cross,
one sacrifice, ono Jesus? 1t is the
Holy Ghost.
My most urgent word is to those
who. like the young man Of my text,
are n great way off, and thcy will
start for homo, and they will get
home. They will yet preach the
Gospel and on communion days carry
around the consccratcd bread, &C,
ceptablo to everybody, because OF
their holy lifo, and their. consocratcd
behavior. The Lord is going to save
you. Your home has got to be re
built. Your physical health has got
to be restored. Your worldly busi
moss has got to be reconstructed
The Church of God is going to re
joicc over your disciploship. You ar
not Gospel hardened. You have no
heard or read many sermons durins
the last few years. You do not weep
but tho shower is not far off. Yo,
sigh, and you havo noticed that ther
is always q sigh in the wind befor
the rain falls. There are those VIII
would give anything if they coul,
find relief in tears. They say: "Of
my wasted life! Oh, the bitter pa 81
Oh, the graves over which l hav
stumbled! Whittier shall flyl Ala
for the futaro! Everything is dark
God help me! God pity me! Thanl
Che Lord for that last utterance. Yo,
have begun to pray, and when n ma,
begins to petition, that sets all hoave1
flying this way, and God steps in an
beats back the hounds of temptation
to their kennel, and around about tn
poor, wounded soul puts the cove
of His pardoning mercy. Hark!
hear something fall. What was that