Connecticut western news., 1891-07-09

CaKo care or yourself, you Wdke up from your dreams finding yourself saying, "Oh, mother! motherp Have these tears no divine origin9 Why, take all the warm hearts that ever beat in all lands and in all ages, and put them together, and their united throb would be weak compared with the throb of Gods eternal sympathy. Yes, God also is Father of all that rain of repentance.
 Did you ever see rain of repent ance? Do you know what it is that makes Q man repent9 see people go- ing around trying to repent. They cannot repent. Do you know no man can repent until God helps him to re- pent9 How do know9 By this pas sage, ''Him hath God exalted to be a prince and Saviour to give repent ance" Oh! it is a tremendous hour when one wakes up and says: 'I am 8 bad man; have not sinned against the laws of the land, but have wasted my life. God asked me for my services and haven't given those services. Oh! my sins, God forgive me-"
 When that tear starts it thrills all heaven. An angel cannot keep his eye off it, and the church of God assemblies around, and there is commingling of tears, and God is the father of that rain, the Lord, long suffering, merciful and gracious. In religious assem- blaze a man arose and said: sI have been a very wicked man; broke my mothers heart; I became an infdel; but have seen my evil way, and l have surrendered my heart to God. But it is a grief never can get over that my parents should never have heard of my salvation. 1 don't know whether they are living or dead" While yet he was standing in the audi ence, voice from the gallery said, ''Oh, my son, my sonp'
 He looked up and he recognized her. It was his old mother. She had been praying for him for great many years, and when at the foot of the cross the prodigal son and the praying mother embraced each other, there was a rain, tremendous rain, of tears, and God was the Father of those tears Oh, that God would break us down with 8 sense of our sin, and then lift us up with an appreciation of his mercy. Tears over our wasted life. Tears over . grieved spirit. Tears over an injured father. Oh, that God would move upon this audience with great wave of religious emotion.
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 The king of Carthage was dethroned. His people rebelled against him. He was driven into banishment. His wife and children were outrageously abused. Years went by, and the king of Garth age made many friends. He gathered up great army. He marched again toward Carthage. Reaching the gates of Carthage the best men of the place came out barefooted and bareheaded, and with ropes around their necks, cry ing for mercy. They said, We abused you and we abused your family; but we cry for mercy" The king of Garth age looked down upon the people from his chariot and said: II came to bless, didn't come to destroy. You drove me out, but this day pronounce par don for all the people, Open the gate and let the army come in" The king marched in and took the throne, and the people all sounded, "Long live the king!"
 My friends, you have driven the Lord Jesus Christ, the king of the church, away from your heart; you have been maltreating him all these years; but he comes back today. He stands in front of the gates of your soul. If you will only pray for his pardon, he will meet you with his gracious spirit and he will say: ''Thy sins and thine iniquities will remember no more. Open wide the gate; will take the throne. My peace give unto you" And then, all through the audience, from the young and from the old, there will be rain of tears, and God will be the father of that rain!
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