The Opelousas courier., 1892-09-10
His presence and with uplifted hands and
streaming eyes and heart bounding with
rapture we cry out, This is Jesusr'

rapture we cry Oua LUIS 10 JeSus! |
All over glorious is my Lord.
He must be loved and yet adored;
His worth, il all the nations knew,
Sure. the whole earth would love Him, too.
Has He not done enough to win our affec-
tons? Peter the Great, laying aside royal
authority, went down among the ship car
penUers TO nelp Uuenl, uuT nussia got the
chief advantage of that condescension. John
Howard turned his back upon the 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 aud me. The sacrifice for
you and me. The tears for you and me. The
cruciixion for you and me.
II / were hopelesslv in debt and some one
came ana palo my ueDUs, anu gave me a re-
ceipt in full, and called off the pack of
bounding creditors; if | were on a founder
ing ship, and you came in a lifeboat and
took me off, could | ever forget your kind
ness? Would | ever allow an opportunity to
pass without rendering you a service or at
testing my gratitude and love? Oh, how
ought we to feel toward Christ, who plunged
into the depth of our sin and piucked us
QUIT Ought it not to set the very best emo.
lions of our heart into the warmest, aye, a
! red hot glow? The story is SO old That peo-
4 pie almost get asleep when they are hearing
Z It, And vet there He hangs-Jesus the
man, Jesus the God. p
Was there anything before or since, any
thing to be compared to this spectacle OF
generosity and woe? Did heart strings ever
snap with a worse torture? Were tears ever
charged with a heavier grief? Did blood
ever gush, in each globule the price of a 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
lances rampages through His holy soul.
oh, see the dethronement OF heavens
King! the conqueror fallen from the white
horsel the massacre of a God! Weep, we who
have tears, over the loneliness of His exile
and the horrors of His darkness. Christ
sacrificed on the funeral pyre OF a worlds
transgression, the good for the bad, the
great for the mean; the Infinite Tor the
| finite, the God for the man; Oh, II there De
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
ingratftude and crime. If you could see
Christ as He 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 expecta-
tion, my heaven, my all Jesusi Jesus"
oh, can you not love Him? Do you
want more of His tears? Why, He has shed
them all for you. He has no more. Do you
want more of his blood? His arteries were
emptied dry and the iron hand OF agony
could press out nothing more. Would you
put Him to worse excruciation? linen
drive another nail into His hand. and plunge
another spear into His side, and twist an
other thorn into His rown, and lash Him
with another flame of internal torture.
mo- SAYS some one: "stop! stop! He shall
not be smitten again. Enough the tears.
Enough the blood. Enough the torture.
Enough the agony" Enough" cries
earth. Enough" cries heaven. Aye,
Enough" cries hell. Atlast enough;
Oh, look at Him, thy butchered Lord, I'M
shrouded and CHASTITY as they flung Him from
the tree, His wounds gaping for a bandage.
Are there no hands to close these eyes? Then
let the sun go out and there be midnight.
Howl. We winds. and howl, ye seas, for your
Lord is dead. Oh, what more could He have
done for you and for me than He has done:
Could He pay a bigger price, Could He
drink a more bitter cup? Could He plunge
into a worst catastrophe? And can you not
love Him? Groan again, 0 blessed Jesus,
that they may feel Thy sacrificed Groan
again. Put the four fingers and tae 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. Groar
again. o Jesus, and see if they will not feel.
Oh, what will you do with such a Christ as
that? You nave got to do something with
Him this morning. WnaG VIII you oo Will
Jesuse Will you slay Him again by your
sin? Will you spit upon Him AGAIN. VIII
YOU cruelty Him again? What will you do
with Him who hasloved you with more thar
a brothers love, more than a fathers love,
yea, more than a mothers love. through al
these years. Oh, is it not enough to make
the hard@heart of the rock break? Jesus
Jesus! What shall we do with Thee?
Ihave to say that the question will afte
awhile change, and it will not be what shall
we do with Christ, but what will Christ d.
with us? Ring all the bells of eternity a
the burning of a world. In that day wha
B do YOU think Christ will do with US? Why
Christ will say: There is that man whom
I called. There is that woman whose soul
importuned. But they would not any of m
/: WAYS. / gave them innumerable opportt
I mites of salvation. They rejected them al
b DEPART; [ never knew you Blessed I
/ Goo, that day has not conle. Halt, ye dies
y TIMES of eternity, and give us one MOI
chance. One more chance, and this is II.
,. Some travellers in the wilderness OF Aus
u tralia a few years ago found the skeleton {
a man and someof his garments. and a rust
d kettle on which the man had written {
e scratched with his finger nail these word
o 20 God, / am dying of thirst. Ny brain
4 on fire. Ny tongue is hot. God help me
:. the wilderness Oh, how suggestive of Il
condition of those who die in the wilderne
a of sin through thirst! We take hold OF the
d to-day. We try to bring the cool water
~ the rock to their lips. We say. "Ho,e eve
one that thirstethn God, thy Fathe
= awaits thee, Ministering spirits who wat
d the WAYS of the soul bend now this nome
u over this immortal auditory to see what
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