The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-06-08

! We hear great deal Of talk now about faith
cure, aud some people say it cannot be done
| and it is failure. | do not know but that
the chief advance of the church is to be in
that direction. Marvellous things come to
me day by day which make me think that.
! il the age of miracles is past, it is because
the faith of miracles is past.
A prominent merchant of New York said
to member of my family My mother
wants her case mentioned to Mr.. Talmage.
This was the case He said my mother
had dreadful abscess, from which she had
suffered untold agonies, and all surgery had
been exhausted upon her, and worse and
worse she grew until we called in few
Christian friends and proceeded to pray
about it. We commended her case to God,
and the abscess began Immediately to be
cured. She is entirely well now, and with
out knife and without any surgery" so
that case has come to me, and there are
score of other cases coming to our ears from
all parts Of the earth. o, We who are sick,
go to Christ o. ye who are worn out with
agonies of body, "cast thy burden upon the
Lord, and he shall sustain theep
Another burden some have to carry is the
burden of bereavement. Ali these are the
troubles that wear us out II we lose cur
property, by additional industry, perhaps,
we may bring back the estranged fortune;
if we lose our good name, perhaps by ref
reputation for integrity; but who will bring
back the dear departedl Alas for these
empty cradles and these trunks of childish
toys that will never be used again. Alas !
for the empty chair and the silence in
the halls that will never echo again to those
familiar footsteps. Alas! for the
cry OF widowhood and orphanage. What
bitter Marahs in the wilderness. what cities
of the dead. what long black shadow from
the wing Of death, what eyes sunken with
grief, what hands tremulous with bereave-
ment, what Instruments OF music shut
now because there are no fingers to play on
theml Is there no relief for such soulsl
Ay, let the soul ride into the harbor of my
text.
The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose
l will not, will not desert to its foes;
That SOUL though all hell shall endeavor 70
shake,
I'll never, no never, no never forsake.
Now. the grave is brighter than the an
Gent tomb where the lights were perpet-
ually kept burning The SCARED feet of
him who was 1.-THE resurrection and the life"
are on the broken grave hillock, while the
voices Of angels ring down the sky at the
coronation of another soul come home to
glory.
Then there are many who carry the bur-
den of sin. All, We all carry it until In the
appointed way that burden is lifted. We
need no BlDle 20 prove Chat the whole race
is ruined. What spectacle it would be
IL we could tear off the mask of human de-
Element, or beat drum that would brit
up the whole army of the worlds trans
gression-the deception, the fraud and the
rspine and the murder and the crime of all
the centuries! Ay, if l could sound the
trumpet of resurrection in the soul of the
best men in this audience, and all the dead
sins of the past should come up, we could
not endure the sight. Sin, grim and dire,
has put its clutch upon the immortal soul,
and that clutch will never relax unless it be
under the heel of him who came to destroy
the works of the devil.
o, to have a mountain Of sin on the soul |!
Is there no way to have the burden moved9
0, yes. Cast thy burden upon the Lord"
The sinless One came to take the conse-
quences Of cur siul And / know he is in
earnest. How do know itl By the stream
Jag temples and the streaming hands as he
says: Come unto me all We who are weary
and heavy laden. and will give you rest"
Why will prodigals live on swines' husks
when the robe and the ring and the fathers
welcome are ready? Why go wandering
over the great Sahara desert of your sin
when you are invited to the gardens of
God. the trees of life, and the fountains Of
living wateri Why be houseless aud home
less forever when you may become the
sons and daughters OF the Lord God AL
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