Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1890-04-03

bones cannot again clutch his shattered
scepter. He is dead lion. And il not
any man now living, in the fact that he
has opportunity of repentance and sal
vation, better of than any Of those de-
parted ones who. by authority or pos
sessions or influence, were positively
leonine, and yet wicked2
What thing to congratulate you on
is your lifel Why, II is worth more
than all the gems of the universe kiudled
into one precious stone. l am alivel
What does that mean2 Why, il means
that still have all opportunity of being
saved myself and helping others to be
saved. To be. alivel Why, it means
that have yet another chance to cor
rect my past mistAkes and make sure
work for Heaven. Alive, are we? Come,
let us celebrate it by new resolutions,
new self examination. new conservation,
and new career. The smallest and
most insignificant to- day is worth to us
more than five hundred yesterdays.
Taking advantage of the present, let us
get pardon for all the past and security
for oil the future. Where are our for
given sins? / don't know. God don't
know either. He says, your sins and
iniquities will / remember no more"
What encouragement in the text for
all Christian workersl Despair of no
ones salvation. While there is life
there is hope. When in England a
young lady asked for class in q Sum
day SCHOOL, the superintendent said,
Better go out on the street and get your
own class" She brought in q ragged and
filthy boy. The Superintendent gave
him good apparel. In few Sundays he
absented himself. Inquiry discovered
that in q street fight he had his decent
apparel torn of. He was brought in and
q second time respectfully clad. After a
few Sundays he again disappeared and
1t was found that he was again ragged
and wretched. Then" said the teacher,
we can do nothing with him." But the
Superintendent fitted him up again and
started him again.
After o while the gospel took hold of
him and his heart changed. He started
for the ministry and became foreign
missionary and on heathen grounds
lived, and translated the Scriptures, and
preached, until among the most illus
trious names of the church on earth and
in Heaven is the name of glorious Rob-
ert Morrison. Go forth and save the
lost, and remember however depraved,
however ragged, and however filthy and
undone child is, or a man is, or a wo-
man is, they are worth an effort. I
would rather have their opportunity
than any that will ever be given to those
who lived in magnificent sin and splen-
did unrighteousness and then wrapped
their gorgeous tapestry around them
and without prayer expired. Better
is living dog than dead lion"
In the great day it will be found that
the last shall be first. There are in the
grog shops and in the hands of iniquity
to- day those who will yet be models
of holiness and preach Christ to the
people. In yonder group of young men
who came here with no useful purpose,
there is one who will yet live for Christ
and perhaps die for Him. In a pulpit
stood stranger preaching, and he said:
The last time was in this church was
fifteen years ago, and the circumstances
were peculiar. Three young men had
come expecting to disturb the service,
and they had stones in their pockets
which they expected to hurl at the
preacher. One Of the young men re-
ferred to refused to take part in the as
sault, and the others, in disgust at his
cowardice, left the building. One of
the three was hanged for forgery. An
other is in prison, condemned to death
for murder. l was the third, but the
grace of God saved me-"
My hearers, give no oneup. The case
may seem desperate, but the grace of
God likes to undertake dead lift. /
proclaim it this day to all the people
Free Gracei Living and dying, be that
my theme-Free Grace! Sound it across
the continent, sound it across the seas
Free. Gracel Spell out those words in
flowers. lift them in arches, build them
in thrones, roll them in oratorios-Fr
Grace! That will yet Ebenize the earth
and people Heaven with nations re-
deemed. Free Grace!
Salvationl oh, the joyful sound,
Ills pleasure to our ears.
A sovereign balm for every wound,
A cordial for our fears.
Buried in sorrow and in sin
At deaths dark door we lay,
But we arise by grace divine,
To see heavenly day.