The Penn's Grove record., 1891-01-16
PENIS GROVE, N. J.. FRIDAY. JANUARY l6. 1891

conitance as l would TO my father, II he
wore yet alive. But when they go to their
'oorus at night, or when the excitements of
,0ci4l aud business life ore of, they are not
on ent. and they want something better
dian this world can offer. l understand
her 50 well | would, without any fear of
hsry thought rough, put my right hand on
l4sif one shoulder and my left hand on their
other shoul ler and push them into the
iinzd9m of God. But I I'M Power
from on high, lay hold OF themi
At the first communion after the dedlca.
ton o. oar former church tnree hundred and
.vsuty-aiyht souls stood up In the aisies and
publicly e:poussd 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 WAC within those sacred walls
Christian. What turned tnens What
saved thsus Power from the levels No
Power from on high.
But greater things are to be seen IL ever
these cities and ever this world IL to be taken
for God. There is one class OF men and
women in all these assemblages in whom l
have especial interest, and that Ia those who
had good fathers and mothers once, but they
are dead. WHAT multitudss Of rs ere Or
tJhansI Wenay be 20, so, 80 years old, but
I'VE never get ussd TO having father and
mother gone. Oh, how often we have had
troubles thst We would like to have told them,
and We always felt as long as father and
fnother we're alive We bad some one to whom
i've could goi Now I would lie to ask If you
think that ali their prayers in your behalf
have been answered. mo-" you say, but
it is too late; the old folks are gone now"
l must courrsously contradict you. 1t is
not too late. Ihavs q friend in ths ministry
who was attending the last hours of an aged
Christian, aud my friend said to tae old
q VA fSa, ASTs kkn.n x1 fT-ptxhta nm -,,,r
mindT' The old man turned bis face to the
wall for Il few moments, and then said.
"Only one thing. hope for the salvation OF
my ten children, but not CT them Is yet
saved. Yet l am snre they will be. God
means to wait until / am gone." So oe died.
When my friend told of the circumstances
eight OF the ten had soInd che Lord. and l
have no doubt the other two before this have
found Him. Oh, that tbs long postponed
answers 70 prayer for you, my brother, for
You, nv sister, might this hour da5c.ud In
power from on high.
Oh, unanswered prayers Of father and
mother, where are youf In what room OF
the ola homestead have they hiddsni Oh,
unanswered prayers. rise in a mist Of many
tssrs into a cloud, and then break in q shower
which shall soften the heart of that man
VINO is SO hard he cannot cry, or that woman
WHO is ashamed to prayl On, armchair of
tho aged, ROW empty and 10 the garnet among
tbs rubbish, SPEAK outl Oh, staff OF the pit
grim who has ended his weary journey, tell
OF the parental anzieties that ben over thsel
Ga. family Bible, with story Of births and
deaths, rustic some Of thy time worn leaves,
ani let US know Of the wriuklei hands that
once turnei thy pages, AMI explain that SCOT
wlers a tear fell upon the passage: ''oh,
Absalom. my son, my son, would God Ihad
died for thee"
Good aud gracious Goii what will become
NJ ne IL afr6r H7 ytur huI ct,,b . r,-a.e -.
praying psreutags, we never pray for our.
selvesl We will pray. We will begin nov,
Oh, for the power from on high, powa to
move this asssmblage, power to save Brock.
lyn and New York. power of evan gelisn that
slall sweep across this continent like al ocean
power to girdle che round earth with
o ret girdls dipped in tho blood OF the CREST
II this forward movement is to begin at all
there mus be some place for 1t to begin, and
why not this Tlacsf An. there must be soial
time for 1t to bsgin, aui why not this timer
And so I sound for your ears a rhythmic in.
v~itatiou, which, until q few days ago, never
came under my eye, but it Is so sweet, SO sob.
binS with pathos. so triumphant with 10y,
that whooysr chimsi 1t, instead OF b.ing
ought to DO immortal;
Thy stGs I bore on cAivary's tree;
The stripes, thy due, were Ia d on me,
Taat psIc2 IN pardon might be fres-
y wreteasd sinner, eomsi
BuTdsnei with guilt. wouidst thou be bles,i
Trust not the word; II gives no resI
brn: rel eff TO hetrts 0pp:sst-
ssiEg sinner. comet
Come, leave thy burden At the cross,
Count all thy gains but EN- Jty dross,
Ny grace rsJays all earthly loAs-
n2sdy Elnuef, come!
Come, hlthar bring thv bodinq fears,
Thy aching hsaft, thy bursting tesrs,
AIS mercy5 voics s1lules thine ssrp
OGen9ins sinner, GOMEZ