Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1891-12-03

aims: and the s.Grand March" of God in
the storm.
But for the soul still higher adapta-
tion-a fountain in which it may wash; q
ladder by which it may climb; song Of
endless triumph that it may sing; z
crown of uDfading light that it may
wear. Christ came to save it-came
with cross on His back; came with
spikes in His feet: came when no one else
would come to do work no one else
would do. See how suited to mans con-
dition is what God has done for him !!
Man is sinner: here is pardon. He has
lost Gods image; Christ retraces it. He
is helpless; Almighty grace is proffered.
He is a lost wanderer; Jesus brings him
home. He is blind; and at the touch of
Him Who cured Bartimeus eternal glories
stream into his soul. Jesus, l sing Thy
grace! Cure OF worst disease! Hammer
to smite eff heaviest chain! Light for
thickest darkness! Grace divine! Dew
lis scott at it and men reject it but
Heaven celebrates 1t.
wish you good cheer for the Ma
tional health Pestilence, that in Other
years has come to drive out its thousand
hearses to Greenwood and Laurel Hill,
has not visited our nation. 1t is glor-
ious thinning to be we'll. How strange
that we should keep our health when
one breath from marsh or the sting of
an insect, or the sleeping of a foot, or
the falling of tree branch might fatally
assault our life! Regularly the lungs
work, and their motion seems to be a
spirit within us painting after it's immor-
tality. Our sight fails not, though the
air is so full of objects which by one
touch could break out the souls window.
What ship. after a years tossing On the
sea, could come in with so little dam
age as ourselves, though we arrive after
a years voyage to-day?
I wish you good cheer for the National
harvest. Reaping machines never
swathed thicker rye, and corn husker's
peg never ripped out fuller ear, and NOV
poles never bent down under sweeter
hay, ana windmill's hopper never shook
out larger wheat. Long trains of white
covered wagons have brought the wealth
down to the great throughfares. The
garners are full, the storehouses are
overcroWded, the canals arc blocked with
freights pressing down to the markets.
The cars rumble all through the dark
ness and whistle up the flagman at dead
of night to let the western harvests
come down to feed the mouths of the
great cities. A race of kings has taken
possession of this land-King Cotton,
King Corn, King Wheat, King Rice,
King Grass, King Coal.
| wish you good cheer for civil and re-
llgous liberty. No official spy watches
our entrance here, nor does an armed
soldier interfere with the honest utter
ance of truth. We stand here to-day
with our arms free co work and our
all unclasped. This pulpit-there is no
chain about it. There is no swapping of
muSketry in the streets. Blessed be
God that to-day we are free men, with
the prospect and determiL tiOn of always
being free. No established religion
Jew and Gentle, Arminian and Calvinist,
Trinitarian and Unitarian, Protestant
and Roman Catholic on the same footing.
If persecution should come against
the most unpopular of all the scots, be-
lieve that all other denominations would
band together and arm themselves, and
hearts would be stout, and blood would
be free, and the right Of men to worship
God according to the dictates of their
consciences would be contested at the
point of the bayonet and with blood
flowing up to the bits of the horses
brides.
For mercies temporal and spiritual
let consecrated lives be offered. When
ever Gods light shines and Gods rain de-
sends, and Gods mercy broods, let the
Thanksgiving arise!