Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1891-01-16

kingdom OF God. But I cannot. Power
from on high, lay hold Of them
AZ the first communion after the dedlca-
ton Of our former church three hundred and
twenty-eight souls stood up In the aisles and
publicly espoused the cause OF Christ. At
another time four hundred souls; at another
time five hundred and our four thousand
five hundred membership were but a small
part Of those who within those sacred walls
took upon themselves the vows OF tho
Christian. What turned themi What
saved themi Power from the leveli No.
Power from on high.
But greater things are to b seen II ever
these cities and ever this world Is TO be taken
for God. There is one class OF men and
women In all these assemblages in whom !
have especial interest, and that Is those who
had good fathers anc mothers once but they
are dead. What multitudes Of us are or
phansl Wemay be 40, so, so years old. but
we never get ussd TO having father and
mother gone. Oh how often we have had
troubles that we would like to have told them,
and We always felt as long as father and
mother were alive we had some one to whom
we could go! Now would like to ask IL you
think that all their prayers in your behalf
have been answered. NO" you say, but
1t IS too late; the old folks are gone now"
l must courteously contradict you. It In
not too late. Ihave friend In the ministry
who was attending the last hours OF an aged
Christian, aud my friend said to the old
Christian. rs there no trouble on your
mind" The old man turned his face 20 the
wall for few moments and then said
only one thing. l hope for the salvation OF
my ten children, but not one OF them is yet
saved. Yet l am sure they will be. God
means to wait until am gone" So be died
When my friend told OF the circu msta noes
eight OF the ten had found the Lord. and 1
have no doubt the other two before this have
found Him. Oh, that the long postponed
answers to prayer for you, my brother, for
you my sister might this hour descend in
power from on high.
Oh, unanswered prayers OF father and
mother, where are your In what room OF
the old homestead have they hiddenP Oh,
unanswered prayers, rise in u mist Of many
tears into cloud, and thenbreaS in a shower
which shall soften the heart Of that man
who is SO hard he cannot cry. or that woman
who is ashamed TO pray! Oh, armchair OF
the aged now empty and in the garnet among
tho rubbish, speak out Oh staff OF the pl-
grim who has ended his weary journey, tell
of the parental anxieties that bent over thee
Oh, family Bible, with story of births and
deaths, rustic some of thy time worn leaves,
and let us know OF the wrinkled hands that
once turned thy pages, and explain that spot
whore a tear fell upon ths passage: "Oh,
Absalom. my son, my son, would God had
died for thee"
Good and gracious God! what will become
OF us, IL after having had such devout and
praying parentage, we never pray for our
selves We win pray. Wo will begin now
Oh, for the power from on high, power TO
move this assemblage, power TO save Brook
Ign and New York power Of evangelism that
snall sweep across this continent like an ocean
surge power 10 grdle the round earth with
a red girile dipped in tho blood OF tho cross,
Ii this forward movement is to begin at all
there must be some place for IL to begin, and
why not this rlace1 And there must be some
time for it TO begin, nnl why not this timer
And so sound for your ears a rhythmic In
vitation, which until u few days ago, never
came under my eye, but it is SO sweet, so sob
bng with pathoS, 50 triumphant with Joy,
that whoever chime1 it, instead OF being
anonymous, ought TO be immortal
Thy sins | bore on Calvarys tree;
The stripes, thy due, wore lad on me,
That peace and pardon might be free
owreich2d sinner, CONS!
Burdenod with gull woudst thon be h,sti
Trust no. the world It gives no rest;
bring relief to elrts opptes;-
Owc1ry sinner, come!
Come. leave thy burden At the cross.
Count all thy gains but empty dtoss.
Ny grace repays all earthly loss
nsedy sinner, cone!
Come. hither btiug thy boitn. icats,
Thy aching heart. thy O1rstlng tears,
IT'S mercy y voice salut ia ne ears;
OucmbinS sinner, cone.