The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1891-08-18

had. Your sins were. the implements oil
torture. Those implements were not
made OF steel, aud iron, aud wood. 80
much as out OF your sins. Guilty ofthis
homicide, aud this reaiclde, and this
decide, confess your guilt today. Ten
thousand voices of heaven bring in the
verdict against you ofguiltv, guilty. Pre-.
pare to die, or believe in that blood.
Stretch yourself cut for the sacrifice, or
accept the Saviour's sacrifice. Do not
fling away your one chauce.
IL seems to me as ifall heaven were
try ing TO bid in pour soul. The first bid
In makes is the tears of Christ at the
tomb of Lazarus; but that is not a high
enough price. The next bid heaven
makes is the sweat uf Gathsemane: but
it Is too cheap n price, The next bid
heaven makes see to be the whipped
back of Pilates hall; but it is not u high
enough price. Cau it be possible that
heaven cannot buy you in? Heaven tries
once more. 1t saws; II bid this time
for lat mans soul the tortures OF
Christ's martyrdo.n, the blood OH his
tempe, the blood OH his cheek, the blood
on his chm, the blood on his hand. the
blood on his side, the blood On his kuee,
the blood on his fOOt-the blood In drops,
the blood IN rills, tho 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" Glory 20 God, that
bid wins IL! The highest price that was
ever paid for anything was paid for your
soul. Nothing could buy II but blooa!
The estranged property Is bought back.
Take it. You have sold yourselves
for nought; and ye shall be redeemed
without money!" o, atoning blood,
cleansing blood, llfe-giving blood, sau-
ctifying blood, clarifying blood of Jesus!
Why not burst into tears at the TIL ought
hat for thee he, shed it,.
NO." says some one, II wilt have
nothing to do with it except that, like
The enemies OF Christ, put both my
hands into that carnage aud scoop up
both palms full. and throw it on my
head and Cry: Hills blood be on us aud
on our children!'" Can you do such a
shocking thing as that? Just rub your
handkerchief across your brow and look
ut it. 1t is the blood of the Son of God,
whom you have despised and driven
back all these years. Oh. do not do that
any longer! Come out boldly and frankly
and honestly, and tell Christ you are
sorry. You cannot afford to so roughly
treat him, upon whom everything de.
pends.
do not know how you will get away
rom this sucject. You see that you are
sold out, and that Christ wants to buy
you back. There are three persons who
come after you today: God. the Father;
God, the Son; God, the Holy Ghost.
They unite their three omnipotences in
one movement for your salvation. You
VIII not take up arms against the Triune
God, will you? Is there enough mus
Gle in your arms for such n combat? BY
the higest throne in heaven, and by the
deepest chasm in hell, 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, aud that is the
blood. Christ, the sin.otleriDg, bearing
your tran yressiOns. Christ. the surety,
p ying your debts. Christ, the divine
Cyrus. loosening your Babylonsh cap
tlvity.
Would you not like to be free? Here
is the price of your liberation-not
money, but blood. Itremble from head
to foot, not because L fear your pres
cnce, but because L fear that you will
miss your chance of immortal rescue.
This is the alternative divinely put:
''Ilc that believth on the Son shall have
everlasting life; and he that belicvth 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 sacriticial blood. instead of
pleading for your release, as it would
have pleaded If you had repentcd, will
plead against you.
y Lord God of the JUDI nent day!
avert that calamity! Let us see The
quick flash of the clmeter that slays the
sin but saves the sinner. Strike, o nip.
otcnt God, for the souls dclverauce!
Beat, o eternal sea! with all thy waves
again the barren beach of that rocky
soul, and make it tremble. Oh! the
oppressiveness of the hour, the minute,
the second, on which the .oul's destiny
quiVers, and this is that hour, that min
ute, that second!
Some years ago there came do vi q
fierce storm on the seacOast, and YES
sci got in the breakers and was going to
pieces. They threw up some signals of
distress, and the people on shore saw
them. They put out in lifeboat. They
came on, and they saw the poor sailors,
almost exhausted. clnging TO raft; and
SO afraid were the boatmen that the mel,
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 hav-
ing the bOat-hOok put in the collar of
his coat; and some in one way aud some
in another, but they all got Into the boat.
Now" says the captain, "ior the
shore. Pull away now, pull" The
people on the land were afraid the life
boat had gone down. They said: "How
long the boat stays. Why, it must have
been swamped and they have all per-
ished together" And there were men
and women on the pier-heads aud on
the beach wringing their hands; and
while they waited and watched, they
saw something looming up through the
mist, and it turned out to be the life
boat. AS soon as it came within speak
ing distance tke people on 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 came
TO the per.head. the captain waved his
hand over the exhausted sailors that lay
Hat on the bottom Of the bottom OF the
boat. and cried: "All saved! Thank