Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1891-06-11

and all surgery had been exhausted upon
her, and worse and worse she grew until we
| called in a few Christian friends and pro
ceeded 70 pray about it. We commended
| her case 10 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 10 me, and there are 4
| score of other cases coming to our ears
| from ali parts of the earth Oh, We who
are sick, go to Christ. Oh, We who are
worn out with agonies of body, ''cast thy
burden upon the Lord and He shall sustain
| theen'
Another burden some have to carry is the
| burden of bereavement. All! these are the
| troubles that wear us out II we lose our
| property, by additional industry, perhaps,
| we may bring back the estranged fortune !;
| II We lose our good name, perhaps, by re-
| formation of morals. we may achieve again
reputation for integrity; but who will bring
back the dear departeda Alas me for
these empty cradles and these trunks of
childish toys that will never be used again.
Alas. me for the empty chair and the 81
lence in the halls that viii 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
bereavement, what instruments of music
shut now because there are no fingers to
play on them! Is there no relief for such
souls! Ay, let the soul ride into the har-
Dor of my text
The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose,
will not. l will not desert 10 its foes;
That soul though all he'll snail endeavor to
shake,
III never, no never. no never forsakc.
Now, the grave is brighter than the
ancient tomb where the 1iUhtS
petually kept burning. The SCARED feet Of
him who was ''the resurrection and the
lfe' 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
burden OF sin. All, We all carry it until
in the appointed way that burden is lifted.
We need no Bible to prove that the whole
race is ruined. What a spectacle it would
be if we could tear off the mask of human
detilement, or beat a drum that would
bring up the whole army of the worlds
transgressions-the deception. the fraud
and the rapine and the murder and the
crime of all the centuries. Ay, if ] 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 i'm
mortal soul, and that clutch Will never re-
lax unless it be under the heel of him who
came to destroy the works of the devil.
Oh, TO have a mountain of sin on the
soul! Is there no way to have the burden
moved? o, yes, Cast thy burden upon the
Lord" The sinless One came to take the
consequences of our sin. And l know he
is in earnest. How do 1 know it? BY the
streaming temples and the streaming hands
as he says, Come unto me all We who are
weary and heavy laden, and I 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 overthe great Sahara desert
of your sin when you are invited to the
gardens of God, the trees of life, and the
fountains of living waterl Why be house
less and homeless forever when you may
become the sons and the daughters of the
Lord God Almighty