Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1892-10-06

snail 1e nve-- we want JustincAffoh;
"Being justified by faith. we have peace
with God through our Lord Jesus Christ. u
We want 70 exercise faith; Believe IN the
Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shah be
saved" | want TO get from under con.
demnation; There Is now, therefore, no
condemnation 10 them who are in Christ
Jesus" The eross-he carried il. The
flames Of hell-he suffered them. The
shame-he endured il. The crown-he won
IL. Heights OF heaven sing il, and worlds
OF light to worlds of light all round the
heavens cry, GLORY. glory"
Let us go forth and gather the trophies
for Jesus. From Golconda mines we
gather the diamonds, from Ceylon banks
we gather the pearls, from all lands and
kingdoms we gather precious stones, and
we bring the glittering burdens and put
them down at the feet of Jesus and say:
"All these are thine Thou are worthy, ("
We go forth again for more trophies, and
into one sheaf we gather all the scepters
of the earth, Of all royalties and domin-
ions, and then we bring the sheaf of scep-
tiers and put it down at the feet of Jesus
and say, Thou art King of kings, and
these thou hast conquered"
And then we go forth again to gather
more trophies. and we bid the redeemed of
all ages, the sons and daughters of the
Lord Almighty, to come. We ask them to
come and offer their thanksgivings, and
the hosts of heaven bring crown and palm
and scepter, and here by these bleeding
feet, and by this riven side, and by this
wounded heart cry, blessing and honor
and glory and power be unto him that sit
teth upon the throne and unto the Lamb
forever and foreverl" Tell me Of tear
that he did not weep, of burden he did
not carry. of battle that he did not fight
of n victory that he did not achieve. "All
In all is Jesus" in the great plan Of re-
demption.
VERY PRESENT BELP.
remark again, Christ is everything to
the Christian in time Of trouble Who has
escaped troubleH We must all stoop down
and drink out Of the bitter lake. The
moss has no time to grow on the buckets
that come up out of the hearts we'll, drip
ping with tears. Great trials are upon our
track as certain as greyhound pack on the
scent of deer. From our hearts in every
direction there are a thousand chords
reaching out binding us to loved ones, and
ever and anon some of these tendrils snap.
The winds that cross this sea of life are
uot all abaft. The clouds that cross our
sky are not feathery and afar, straying
like flocks of sheep on heavenly pastures,
but wrathful aud somher, and cleaning
with terror, they wrap the mountains in
fire and come down baying with their
thunders through every gorge.
The richest fruits of blessing have a
prickly shell. Life here is not lying at
anchor; it is weathering q gale. 1t is not
sleeping in soldiers tent with our arms
stacked; it is bayonet charge. We Stun
BILE over gravestones, and we drive on
with our wheel deep in the old rut OF
graves. Trouble has wrinkled your brow.
and 1t has frosted your head. Falling in
this battle of life, is there no angel to bind
our wounds? Hath God made this world
with so many things to hurt and none to
healf For this snakebite of sorrow, is
there no herb growing by all the brooks to
heal the poison? Blessed be God that in
the Gospel we find the antidote! Christ
has bottled an ocean of tears How many
thorns he hath plucked out of human
agonyl
Oh, he knows too we'll what it is to carry
q cross, not to help us carry ours! He
knows too well what it is to climb the
mountain, not to help us up the steep.
He knows too we'll what it is to be perse-
cuted, not to help those who are imposed
upon. He knows too we'll what 1t is to be
sick, not to help those who suffer- Aye, he
knows too we'll what it is to die, not to
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