Daily tobacco leaf-chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1890-1895, 1891-01-05

ne died. When my friend told Of the ciR
cumstances eight of the ten had found
the Lord, and ! 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.
The history of these unanswered prayers
for you God only knows. They may have
been offered in the solemn birth hour.
They may have been offered when you
were down with scarlet fever or diphtheria
or membranous Group. They may have
been offered some night when you were
sound asleep in the trundle bed, and your
mother camG in to see il you were rightly
covered in the cold winter night. They
may have been offered at that time which
comes at least once in almost every ones
life when your father and mother had hard
work to make a living, and they feared
that want would come to them and YOU
They may have been offered when the lips
could no longer move and the eyes were
closed for the long sleep.
Oh, unanswered prayers of father and
mother, whore are you? In what room Of
the old homestead baye they hidden? Oh,
unanswered prayers, rise in mist of many
tears into a cloud, ind then break 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 garret among the rubbish, speak outl
Oh, staff Of the pilgrim who has ended his
weary journey, tell Of the parental ankle
ties that bent over theel Oh, family Bible
with story of births and deaths, rustic
some Of thy time worn leaves, and let us
know of the wriul1lei hands that once
turned thy pages, and explain that spot
where a tear fell upon the passage, 20
Absalom, my son, my son, would God
had died for thce!'
OH, FOR POWER FROM on HIGH
Good and gracious Godl what will be-
come ofus, if after having had such devout
and praying parentage, we never pray for
ourselves! We viii pray. We will begin
now. Oh, for the power from on high
power to move this asscmblage, power to
save Brooklyn and New York. power Of
evangelism that shall sweep across this
continent like an ocean surge, power to
girdle the round earth with a red girdle
dipped in the blood of the cross! If this
forward movement is to begin at all there
must be some place for it to begin, and
why not this placer And there must be
some time for it to begin, and why not this
time? And so l sound for your ears a
rhythmic invitation, which, until a few
days ago, never came under my eye, but it
is SO sweet, so sobbing with pathos
so triumphant with joy, that whoever
chimed it, instead of being anonymous
ought to be immortal;
Thy sins bore on Cavary's tree;
The stripes, thy due, were laid on me-
That peace and pardon might be free
wretched sinner comel
Burdened with guilt wouldst thou be blestS
Trust not the world; it gives no rest;
bring relief to hearts opprest-
o weary sinner, comet
Come leave thy burden at the cross;
Count all thy gains but empty dross,
My grace repays all earthly loss
Q needy sinner come.
Come hithcr bring thy boiling fears,
Thy aching heart, thy bursting tears
'Tis mercys voice salutes thine ears;
trembling sinner, come!