The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1891-02-25

! Wh.n winter comes, and there ara no Goals,
and the ash barrels have no more cinders,
who takes care OF you? Have you nobody
but the overseer Of the poor? But preach
to you a poor mans Christ. II you do not
have in the winter blankets enough to cover
you in the night, I want to tell you of Him
who had not where to lay His head. If you
lie on the bare floor, want TO tell you Of
Him who had for pillow hard cross, and
whose foot bath was the streaming blood OF
His own heart.
Oh, you poor man! Oh, your poor woman!
Jesus understands your case altogether.
Talk it right out to Him tonight. Get down
on your floor and say: "Lord Jesus Christ,
Thou vast poor and I am poor. Help me.
richesr Do you think God would cast you
off? Will He? You might as well think that
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her breast and dash it's life out, as to think
that God would put aside roughly. those who
have fled to Him for pity and compassion.
Yea, the prophet says, "A woman may for
get her sucking child, that she would not
have compassion on the son OF her womb, but
I will not forget thee"
II you have ever been on the sea you have
been surprised in the first voyage to find
there are so few sails in sight. Sometimes
you 20 along two, three, four, five, six and
seven days, and do not see a single sail, but
when a vessel does come In sight the sea
glasses are lifted to the eye, the vessel is
watched, and if it come very near then the
captain, through the trumpet. CT les loudly
across the water, "Whither bound% So
YOU and i meet on the sea Of life. We
come and we 60. Some Of US have never
met Derore. some or us VIII never nsuT
again. But I hail you across the sea, and
with reference to the last great day, and with
reference to the two great worlds, cry
across the water: "Whither bound? whittier
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know what service that craft was made
for, but hast thou thrown overheard the COM
passs Is there no helm to guide it? Is the
ship at the mercy Of the tempesta Is there
no gun Of distress booming through the
storm? With priceless treasures-with treas
ures aboard worth more than all the Indies
wilt thou never come up out Of the trough
of the sea? o Lord God, lay hold OF that
mani Son Of God, if thou vert ever needed
anywhere, thou art needed here. There are
so many sins to be pardoned. There are so
many wounds to be healed. There are SO
many souls to be saved. Help, Jesus! Help.
Holy Ghost! Help, ministering angels from
the thronel Help, all sweet memories Of the
past! Help, all prayers for our future de-
iiyerancel Oh, that now, in this tho ac-
cepted time and the day Of salvation, you
would hear the voice Of mercy and ivel
Taste and sea that the Lord is gracious.
In this closing moment Of the service.
when everything in the house is so favorable,
when everything is so still, when God is so
loving and heaven is so near, drop your sins
and take Jesus. Do not cheat yourself out
of heaven. Do not do that God forbid that
at the last, when it is too late to correct the
mistake, voice should rise from the pillow
or drop from the throne uttering just four
words-four sad, annihilating words, "One
thing thou lackest."