News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1891-01-08

the cause of Christ. At another time
four hundred souls; at another time
five hundred. And our four thousand
five hundred membership were but a
small part of those who within those
sacred walls took upon themselves the
VOWS of the Christian. What turned
them? What saved them? PoWe'
from the level? No; power from Oh
high.
GREATER THINGS MAY BE SEEN.
But greater things are to be seen If
ever these cities and ever this world IS
10 be taken for God. There Is one
class of men and women in all these as
semblages in whom | have especia! in
terest, and that is those who had good
fathers and mothers once, but they are
dead. What multitudes of us ere Or
phans! We may be forty, fifty, eighty
years old, but we never get used 10
having father and mother gone. Oh.
how often we have had troubles that
we would like to have told them, and
we always felt as long as father and
mother were alive VIC had some one to
whom we could go. Now, | would like
to ask if you think that all their prayers
in your behalf have been answered.
No you say, but it is too late, the
old folks arc gone now"
| must courteOusly contradict you.
1t is not too late. | have a friend in
the ministry who was attending the
last hours of an aged Christian, and
my friend said to the old Christian, SIS
there no trouble on your mind" The
old man turned his face to the wall for
few moments, and then said: "Only
one thing. l hope for the salvation of
my ten children, but not one of them
is yet saved; yet | am sure they will
be. God means to wait until | am
gone" So he died. When my friend
told the circumstances eight Of the
ten had found the Lord, and have no
doubt the other two before this have
found him Oh, that the long post
poned 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 scar
let 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
came in to see if 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 male d liv-
ing 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 where are youl In what room
of the old homestead have they hidden?
Oh, unanswered prayers, rise in a mist
of many tears into cloud, and 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 garnet
among the rubbish, speak out! Oh,
staff of the pilgrim who has ended his
weary journey, tell of the parental anx-
ieties that bent over thee. Oh, family
Bible, with story of births and deaths,
rustic some of thy time worn leaves,
and let us know of the wrinkled hands
that once turned thy pages, and ex-
plain that spot where tear fell upon
the passage: 80, Absaloln, my son,
my son, would God l had died for
thee?"
WE MUST ALL PRAY.
Good and gracious God! what will
become of US. if after having such de
vout and praying parentage, we never
pray fog ourselvesf We viii pray. We
will begin now Oh, for the power
from on high, power to move this as
semblage, 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 q red girdle dipped in
the blood of the cross! If this forward
is to begin at all, there must
be some place for it to begin, and why
not this place. And there must be
some time for it to begin, and why not
this time? And SO I sound for your
ears a rhythmic invitation, which, un-
til 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 be-
ing anonymous, ought to be immortal:
Thy sins bore on Galvarys tree;
The stripes, thy due, were laid on NO.
That peace and pardon might be free
Owretched sinner, GOMEZ
Burdened with guilt. wouldst thou be blest?
Trust not the world; it gives no rest;
bring relief to hearts opprest-
weary sinner, come
Come, leave thy burden at the cross;
Count all thy gains but empty dross,
My grace repays all earthly loss
o needy sinner, come!
Come, hther bring thy boding fears,
Thy aching heart, ply bursting tears,
'ris 1lercy's voice salutes thine ears
o trembling sinner, comet
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