Connecticut western news., 1892-09-29
I remark again that Christ

thing in the great plan of redemption. We are slaves; Christ gives deliverance to the captive. We are thirsty; Christ is the river of salvation to slake our thirst. We are hungry; Jesus says, q am the bread of life" We are condemned to die: Christ says, "Save that man from going down to the pit; am the ransom" We are tossed on 8 sea of troubles; Jesus comes over it, saying, ''It is I; be not afraid" We are in darkness; Jesus says, 'I am the bright and morning star" We are sick; Jesus is the balm of Gilead. We are dead; hear the shrouds rend and the grave hillocks heave as he cries, 'I am the resurrection and the life; he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live" We want justifica- tion; Being justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ" We want to exercise faith; Believe in the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved" want to get from under condemnation; ''There is now, therefore, no condemnation to them who are in Christ Jesus" The cross-he car ried it. The flames of helI-he suffered them. The shame-he endured it. The crown-he won it. Heights of heaven sing it, and worlds of light to worlds of light all round the heavens cry, "Glory, gloryp
 CHRIST IS ALL IN ALL.
 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 art worthy" We go forth again for more trophies, and into one sheaf we gather all the scepters of the earth, of all royalties and dominions, and then we bring the sheaf of scepters 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 thanks givings, and the hosts of heaven bring crown and palm and scepter, and here by these bleeding feet, and by this riven ". "Blessing and honor and glory and power be unto him that sitteth upon the throne and unto the Lamb forever and foreverp Tell me of tear that he did not weep, of burden that he did not carry, of battle that he not fight, of a victory that he did not achieve. "All in all is Jesus" in the great plan of re- demption.
 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 up out of the hearts we'll dripping with tears. Great trials are upon our track as certain as grey hound pack on the scent of deer From our hearts in every direction there are 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 wrath full and somber and gleaming with ter TOT they wrap the mountains in fire, and come down paying with their thunders through every gorge.
 The richest fruits of blessing have q prickly shell. Life here is not lying at anchor; it is weathering 8 gale. It is not sleeping in a soldiers tent with our arms stacked; it is a bayonet charge. We stumble over gravestones, and We drive on with our wheel deep in the olG rut of graves. Trouble has wrinkled your brow, and it has frosted your heaG. 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 heal? For this snake bite 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 agony
 Oh, he knows too we'll what it is to carry cross, not to help us carry oursl He knows too we'll what it is to climb the mountain, not to help us up the steep. He knows too we'll what it is to be persecuted, not to help those who are
 
 it is to be sick, not to help those who suffer. Aye, he knows too well what it is to die, not to help us in our last ex- tremity. Blessed Jesus, thou knowest 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 coming out from behind cloud something so bright and cheering, we know it to be the morning star of the souls deliverance! The hand of care may make you stagger, or the hand of persecution may beat you down, or the hand of disappointment may beat you back, but there is hand, and it is 60 kind, and it is SO gentle, that it wiueth all tears from all faces.