The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1892-07-20
HIS presence anu with upitrtsd hands AMI
streaming eyes and heart bounding with
rapture we cry out, "Tnis Is JesusP'

His worth, II all the nations knew.
Sure, the whole earth would love Him, too.
Has He not done enough to win our affec-
tions? Peter the Great, laying aside royal
authority, went down among the ship car
penters to help them, but Russia got the
chief advantage Of that condescension. John
Howard turned his back upon tho refine
ments and went around prisons to spy out
their sorrows and to relieve their wrongs,
but English criminals got the chief advan-
tage Of that ministry. But when Christ
comes it is for you and me. The sacrifice for
you and me. The tears for you and me. The
crucif1ion for you and me.
If were hopelessly in debt and some one
came and paid my debts. and gave ms re-
ceipt in full, and called of the pack of
aounding creditors; il were on a founder.
ing ship and you came in lifeboat and
took me off, could ever forget your kind
ness? Would ever allow an opportunity to
pass without rendering you service or at
testing my gratitude aud love? On, how
ought we to feel toward Christ, who plunged
into the depth OF our sin and plucked us
out! Ought it not to set the very best emo.
tions OF our heart into the warmest, aye, a
red hot gov? The story is so old tnat peo-
pie almost get asleep when they are hearing
it. And yet there He hangs-Jesus the
man, Jesus the God.
Was there anything before or since. any
generosity and woe? Did heart strings ever
snap with worse torture? Were tears ever
charged with q heavier grief? DID blood
ever gush, in each globule the price of soul,
The wave Of earthly malice dashed its bloody
foam against one foot, the wave of Internal
malice dashed against His other foot, while
the storm Of Gods wrath against sin
beat on His thorn-pierced brow, and
all the hosts Of darkness with cleaning
fhrorph Hio bn1u
Oh, see the dethronement Of heavens
King! the conqueror fallen from tae white
horse! the massacre Of God Weep, ye who
have tears, over the loneliness of His exile
and the horrors Of His darkness. Christ
sacrificed on the funeral pyre OF worlds
transgression; tne good for the bat. the
great Tor the mean; the infinite for the
finite, the God for the man: Oh, il there be
in all this audience one person untouched by
this story OF the Saviour's love, show me
where he is that may mark the monster OF
ingratitude and crime. II you could see
Christ as Hs is you would rise from your
seat and fling yourselves down at His feet.
crying, MY Lord. my light, my love, my
JOY, my peace, my strength, my e1pecta.
tion, my heaven, my all! Jesusl Jesus"
On, can you not love HIM? DO you
them all for you. He has no more. Do you
want more Of his blood? ID. His arteries were
emptied dry and the iron hand OF agony
could press out nothing more. Would you
put Him to worse eIcruciation? Then
drive another nail into His hand, and plunge
another spear into His side, and twist an
other thorn into His crown, and lash Him
with another fame of Internal torture:
"No," says some one: stop! stop! He shall
Enough tho blood. Enough the torture.
Eroush the agony" "Enough," cries
earth. % Enough" cries heaven. Aye,
Enough cries hell. At last enough.
Oh, look at Him, thy butchered Lord, un-
shrouded and ghastly as they flung Him from
the tree, His wounds gaping for pan1age.
Are there no hands to close these eyesY Then
let the sun go out and there be mldnlgnt.
Howl, ye winds and howl, ye seas, for your
Lord is dead. Oh, what more could De nave
done for you and for me than ae has done?
Could He pay bigger prices Could He
drink more bitter cup2 Could He plunge
into a worst catastrophe? And can you not
love Him? Groan again, blessed Jesus,
that they may feel Thy sacrifice! Groan
again. Put the four fingers and the thumb
Of Thy wounded hand upon them, that the
cash in the palm may strike their souls and
Thy warm life may bleed into them. eiroan
again. o Jesus and see if they will not feel.
Oh, what will you do with such ;hrist as
that? You have got to do something with
Him this morning. What will you do with
JesusS Will you slay Him again bJ your
sin? Will YOU spit upon Him again? viii
YOU cruelty Him againP What will you 10
with Him who has loved you with more than
q brothers love, more than fathers love,
Yea. more than q mothers love, through all
these years. Oh, is it not enough to make
the hard heart Of the rock break? Jesusl
Jesusl What shall we do with Thee?
have to say that the question will after
awhile change, and 1t will not be what snail
we do with Christ but what will Christ 90
with us? Ring all the bells OF eternity at
the burning OF q world. In that day wnat
do YOU think Christ will do with US? why,
Christ will say: 'There is that man whom
called. There is that woman whose soul l
imnortuned. But they would not any OF my
wsys. I gave them innumerable opportu-
mites Of salvation. They rejected them all,
Depart; never knew you" Ecssed be
Gol, that day has not come. Halt, ye des-
TIMES of eternity, and give us one more
caance. One more chance, and this is it.
Soma travellers in the wilderness of Aus
tralia a few years ago found the skeleton or
n man and some Of his garments, and a rusty
kettle on which the man had written or
scratched with his finger nail these words:
20 God, am dying Of thirst: My brain Is
on fire. My tongue is hot. God help me IN
the wilderness" Oh, how suggestive OF the
con iition Of those who die in the wilderness
of sin through thIrstl We take hold or them
to-day. We try to bring the cool water OF
the rock to their lips. we say, Ho every
one that thirstethP God, thy Fatner,
awaits thee. Ministering spirits who watcn
the ways OF the soul bend now this momene
over this immortal auditory to see what We
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