Evening capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1888-1893, 1891-04-27

tell the story of his love l;cTe until men
would feel that they had rather die
than live another holT ": v:.hout his sym
pathy and love and mercy. We want
to rouse up an enthusiasm for him
| greater than was felt for Nathaniel
Lyon when he rode along the ranks
greater than was exhibited for Yelling
ton when he came back from Waterloo;
greater than was expressed for Ma
poleon when he stepped ashore from
Elba.
We really believe in this place Christ
will enact the same scenes that were
enacted by him when he landed in the
orient; and there viii be such an open
ing of blind eyes, and rnstopping of
deaf ears, and casting ont of unclean
spirits-such silencing bestormed Gen
nesarets as shall make this house mem
orable five hundred years after you and
l are dead and forgotten. Oh, my
friends, we want but one revival in
this church, that beginning now and
running on to the day when the chisel
of time, that brings down even st.
Paul and the Pyramids, shall bring
this house into the dust.
''HoIsT THE FLAG FOR THE NEXT
TRAIN"
Oh, that this day of dedication might
be tie day Of emancipation of all i'm
prisoned souls. My friends, do not
make the blunder of the ship carpen-
tiers in Noahs time, who helped to build
the ark; but did not get into it. God
forbid that you, who have been so gen
erous in building this church, should
not get under it's saving influence.
Come thou and all thy house into the
ark. " Do you think man Is safe out
of Christi Not one day, not one hour,
not one minute, not one second.
Three or four years ago, you remem-
ber a rail train broke down a bridge
on the way to Albany, and after the
catastrophe they were looking around
among the timbers of the crushed
bridge and the fallen train, and found
the conductor. He was dying, and had
only strength to say one thing, and
that was, "Hoist the flag for the next
train" So there come to us tonight,
from the eternal word, voices of God,
voices of angels, voices of departed
spirits, crying "Lift the warning, Blow
the trumpet, give the alarm. Hoist the
flag for the next tHain."
Oh, that tonight my Lord Jesus
would sweep his arm around this great
audience and take you all to his holy
heart. You will never see so good
time for personal consecration as now,
what mean ye by these stones| We
mean your redemption from sin and
death and hell by the power of an ON
nipotent Gospel.
Well, the Brooklyn Tabernacle is
erected again. We came here tonight
not to dedicate it, That was done this
morning. Tonight we dedicate our
selves. In the Episcopal and Meth
odist churches they have a railing
around the altar, and the people come
and kneel down at that railing and get
the sacramental blessing. Well, my
friends, it would take more than night !
to gather you in circles around this
altar. Then just bow where you are
for the blessing. Aged men, this Is the |
last church that you will ever dedicate.
May the God who comforted Jacob the
Patriarch and Paul the aged make |
this house to you the gate of heaven;
and when, in your old days, you put |
on your spectacles to read the hymn or
the Scripture lesson, may you get prep
aration for that land where you shall |
no more see through glass darkly. |
May the warm sunshine of heaven thaw |
the snow OFF your foreheadsl
Men IN midlife, do you know that
this is the place where you are going to
get your fatigues rested, and your sor-
rows appeased, and your souls saveda
Do you know that at this altar your
sons and daughters will take upon
themselves the VOWS of the Christian,
and from this place you will carry out,
some of you, your precious dead2 Be,
tween this baptlsmal font and this com
munion table you will have some Of
the tenderest of life's experiences. God
bless you, old and young and middle
aged The money you have given to
this church today will be, hope, the
best financial investment you have ever
made,
Your worldly investments may de-
pend upon the whims of the money
market, or the honesty of business as
sociates, but the money you have
given TO the house of the Lord shall
yield you large percentage and de-
clare eternal dividends long after the
MONDAY sun shall haye gone out like
a spark from a smitten anvil and all
the stars are dead.