Milford chronicle., 1892-09-30

/ saved want 10 get nom under con
I domination: "There is now, therefore, no
condemnation to them who are in Christ
fssus." The cross-he carried it, The
- Of hell-he suffered them The
sbsr,.. bS9scdured it. The crown-he won
Il HEIGHTS nj bc,,iyen sing it,Rnd worlds
Of light to worlds Of lislsss,,,ii ~. lia the
heavens cry, Glory. glory
Let US go forth and q aer the troB., ies
for Jesus From Goconda mines Ne
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 20 forth again for more trophies, and
into one sheaf we gather all the scepters
of the earth, Of all royalties and domin-
ions, md then we bring tine sheaf Of scep-
ters 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 thanksgiYings, and
the hosts Of heaven bring crown and palm
and scepter, and here by these bleeding
feet. and by this riyen 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 foreverr Tell me Of a tear
thatshe did not weep, Of burden he did
not carry. OF battle that he did not fight,
of a victory that he did not achieve. "All
in all is Jesus in the great plan Of re-
demption.
A VERY PRESENT HELP.
remark again, Christ is everything to
the Christian in time Of trouble. Who has
escaped trouble? We must all stoOp down
and drink out Of the bitter lake The
moss has no time to grow on the buckets
that come mp 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
not all abaft. The clouds that cross our
sky are not feathery and afar, straying
like focks Of sheep on heavenly pastures,
but wrathful and sOmber, 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 a gale. It is nOS
sleeping in r. 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 it has frosted your head. Falling in
I 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
/ heal? For this snakebite Of sorrow, is
/ there no herb growing by all the brooks to
1 heal the poison? Blessed be God that in
/ the Gospel we find the antidotel Christ
/ has bottled an ocean Of tears. How many
/ thorns he hath plucked out of human
agony
| Oh, he knows too well what it is tOcarry
| a 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
/ lie knows too well what it is to be perse-
cuted, not to help those who are imposed
upon. He knows too wen what it is 20 be
1 sick. not to help th,,se who suffer. Aye he
/ knows toQ wei. what 10 is to die, not TO
/ heIp us in Our last extremity. Blessed
Jesus, thou lsnowest it all Seeing thy
wounded side, and thy wounded hand, and
thy wounded feet and thy wounded brow,
we are sure thou knowest it all.
Oh, when those into whose bosom we
used to breathe our sorrows are snatched
| from us, blessed be God, the heart Of Jesus
still beats, and when all other lights go out
and the world gets dark. then we see com
ing out from behind II cloud something SO
/ bright and cheering, we know it to be the
morning star Of the soul's deliverancel The
/ hand of care may make you staggeF, OF the
/ hand OF persecution may heat you down, or
| the haad Of disappointment may beat you
back; but there is hand, and it is so kind,
and it is so gentle that it wipeth all tears
from all faces