Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1891-08-13

out of your sins. Guilty OF this homl-
eide, and this regicide, and this decide,
confess your guilt to-day. Ten thousand
voices of Heaven bring in the verdict
against you of guilty. e.9iSy Prepare
to die, or believe in that blood. Stretch
yourself out for the sacrifice, or accept the
Saviour's sacrifice. Do not ling away
your one chance.
It seems to me that all Heaven were
trying to bid in your soul. The first bid
it makes is the tears of Christ at the
tomb OF Lazarus; but that is not high
enough price. The next bid Heaven
makes is the sweat Of Gethsemane; but
it is too cheap a price. The next bid
Heaven makes seems to be whipped back
of Pilates hall; but it is not high
enough price. Can it be possible that
Heaven cannot buy you in? Heaven
tries once more. It says: 81 bid this
time for that mans soul the tortures OF
Christ's martyrdom, the blood on His
temple, the blood on His cheek. the
blood on His chin, the blood on His hand,
the blood on His side, the blood on His
knee, the blood on His foot-the blood
in drops, the blood in rils, the blood in
pools coagulated beneath the cross; the
blood that wet the tips of the soldiers
spears, the blood that FLASHED warm in
the faces of His enemies.'s
Glory to God, that bid wins it! The
highest price that was ever paid for any,
| thing was paid for your soul. Nothing
could buy it but blood. The estranged
property is brought back. Take it. eye
have sold yourselves for naught; and ye
shall be redeemed without money" 0,
atoning blood, cleansing blood, life Civ
ing blood sanctifying blood, clarifying
blood Of Jesus! Why not burst into tears
at the thought that for thee He shed it
for thee the hard hearted, for thee the
lost?
''No," says some one; 81 will have
nothing to do with it except that, like
the enemies of Christ put both my
hands into that carnage and scoop up
both palms full, and throw it on my head
and cry, His blood be on US and on our
children!'" Can you do such a shocking
thing as that? Just rub your handker-
chief across your brow and look at it, 1t
is the blood of the Son of God Whom you
have desplsed and driven back all these
years. Oh, do not do that any longer!
Come out boldly and frankly and hon
estly, and tell Christ you are sorry.
You cannot afford to so roughly treat
Him upon Whom everything depends.
| do not know how you will get away
from this subject. You see that you are
sold out, and that Christ wants to buy
you back. There are three persons who
come after you to-day-GOd the Father,
God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost.
They unite their three completeness in
| one movement for your salvation. You
will not take up arms against the trlune
God, will you? Is there enough muscle
in your arm for such a combat? BY the
l. So.I~, T tho
deepest chasm in hell, I beg you look
out. Unless you allow Christ to carry
away your sins, they will carry you
away. Unless you allow Christ to lift
you up, they will drag you down. There
is only one hope for you and that is the
blood. Christ, the sin Offering, bearing
your transgressions. Christ, the surety,
paying your debts. Christ, the divine
Cyrus, loosening your Babylonish cap
tivitY.
Would you not like to be free? Here
is the price of your liberation--not
money, but blood. | tremble from head
to foot, not because fear your presence,
but because l fear that you will miss
your chance for immortal rescue. This
is the alternative divinely put. HE
that belieYeth on the Son shall have
everlasting life; and he that believeth
not on the Son shall not see life but the
wrath of God abideth on him." In the
| last day, if you now reject Christ every
drop of that sacrlticial blood, instead of
| pleading for your release as it would
have pleaded if you had repented, will
plead against you.
o Lord God of the judgment day! avert
that calamity! Let us see the quick flash
of the scimeter that Stays the sin but
| CIV, %,,;l
God, for the SOUPS deliverance! Beat,
0 eternal sea, with all thy waves against
the barren beach of that rocky soul and
make it tremhle Oh, the oppressive
ness of the hour, the minute, the second,
on which the soul's destiny quivers; and
| this is that hour, that minute, that
second!
Some years ago there came down
fierce storm on the seacoast, and YES
sci got in the brakers and was going to
pieces. They threw up some signal of
distress, and the people on shore saw
them. They put out in a lifeboat. They
came on, and they saw the poor sailors,
almost exhausted. clinging to raft; and
so afraid were the boatmen that the men
would give up before they got to them
they gave them three rounds of cheers,
and cried: Hold on, there! hold on!
Wen save you!
After awhile the boat came up. One
| man was saved by having the boathook
put in the collar of his coat, and some in
one way and some in another, but they
all got into the boat. Now" said the
captain, 'for the shore, Pull away
| now, pull"' The people on the land
were afraid the lifeboat had gone down.
They said: How long the boat stays.
Why, it must have been swamped, and
they have all persisted together" And
there were men and women on the pier
heads and on the beach wringing their
hands, and while they waited and
watched they saw something looming up
through the mist, and il turned out to be
the lifeboat.
AS soon as it came within speaking
distance the people or the shore cried
| out: Ibid you save any Of them? Did
you save any Of them?' And as the
boat swept through the boiling surf and