The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1892-10-07

the engine house, the clubroom; into the
houses of the sick; into the dark lane;
into the damp cellar; into the cold gar
ret; into the dismal prison. Let every
man, woman and child know that Jesus
died, and that the gate of heaven is wide
open. With the Bible in one pocket,
and the hymn book in another pocket,
and loaf of bread under your arm,
launch out into the great deep of this
worlds wretchedness.
The text is appropriate to all the UNI
forgiven. Every sinner would come to
Godifhe thought that he might come just
as he is. People talk as though the par
don of God We're narrow river, like the
Kennebec or the Thames, and that their
sins draw too much water to enter it,
No; it is not river nor bay, but a sea.
should like to persuade you to launch
out into the great deep of Gods mercy.
am merchant. l have bought cargo
ofspices in India. Ihave, through a bill of
exchange, paid for the whole cargo. You
are a ship captain, give you the orders
and say, "Bring me those Spices" You
land in India. You go to the trader
and say, "Here are the ORDERS" and you
find everything all right You do not
stop to pay the money yourself. 1t is
not your business to pay it. The ar
rangements were made before you
started. SO Christ purchases your par
don. He puts the papers, or tho prom
ises, into your hand. Is it wise to stop
and say, 81 cannot pay for my re-
demption?' God does not ask you to
pay. Relying on what has been done,
launch out into the deep.
The Bibles promises join hands, and
the circle they make will compass all
your sins, and all your temptations, and
all your sorrows. The round table of
King Arthur and his knights had room
for only thirteen banqueters, but the
round table of Gods supply is large
enough for all the present inhabitants
of earth and heaven to sit at, and for
the still mightier populations that are yet
to be.
KEEP AWAY FROM THE REEFS.
Do not sail coastwise along your old
habits and old sins. Keep clear of the
shore. Go out where the water is deep
est. Oh, for the mid sea of Gods mercy!
"Be it known unto you, men and breth-
rem, that through this man is preached
unto you forgiveness of SINS | preach
it with as much confidence to the eighty
year-old transgressor as to the maiden.
Though your sins were blood red they
shall be snow white. The more ragged
the prodigal the more compassionate
the father. Do you say that you are too
bad? The high water mark of Gods
pardon is higher than all your trans
gressions. "The blood of Jesus Christ
cleanseth from all SIM"
Do you say that your heart is hard?
Suppose it were ten times harder. Do
you say that your iniquity is long con
tinued? Suppose it were ten times
longer. Do you say that your crimes
are black? Suppose that they were ten
times blacker. Is there any lion that
this Samson cannot slay? Is there any
fortress that this Conqueror cannot take?
Is there any sin this Redeemer cannot
pardon.
1t is said that when Charlemagne's
host was overpowered by the three ar
mics of the Saracens in the pass of Ron
cesvalles his warrior, Roland, in terrib4s.
earnestness seized trumpet and blew
it with such terrific strength that the
opposing army reeled back with terror,
but at the third blast of the trumpet it
broke in two. l see your soul fercely
assailed by all the powers of earth and
hell. l put the mightier trumpet of the
Gospel to my lips and l blow it three
times. Blast the first-"W will,
let him come" Blast the second
"Seek We the Lord while he may be
found" Blast the third-"Now is the
accepted time; now is the day of saliva
tion."
Does not the host of your sins fall
back? But the trumpet does not, like
that of Roland, break in two. AS it was
handed down to us from the lips of our
fathers, we hand it down to the lips of
our children, and tell them to sound it
when we are dead, that all the genera
lions of men may know that our God is
a pardoning Coda sympathetic God
a loving God-and that more to him than
the anthems of heaven; more to him
than the throne on which he sits; more
to him than are the temples of celestial
worship is the joy Of seeing the wan
derer putting his hand on the door latch
of his Fathers house. Hear it, all We
nations! Bread for the worst hunger.
Medicine for the worst sickness. Light
for the thickest darkness. Harbor for