Connecticut western news., 1892-07-07

OnrlSt Q1eQ 10 save you you are saved, When? Now. No more doubt about 1t than that you sit there Nomore doubt about it than that you have a right hand. No more doubt about it than that there is God. If you had com mitted five hundred thousand transgres- sions, Christ would forgive you just as freely as if you had never committed but one; though you had gone through the whole catalogue of crimes-arson, and blasphemy, and murder-Christ would pardon you just as freely, you coming to him, as though you had con- mitted only the slightest sin of the tongue.
 THE BOUNDLESS LOVE.
 Why, when Christ comes to pardon soul he stops for nothing. Height is nothing. Depth is nothing. Enor1niry is nothing Protractedness is nothing.
 Der sins like mountains for their size,
 The seas to sovereign grace expand.
 The seas of sovereign grace arise.
 Lord Jesus, give up all other props, give up all other expectations. Ruined and undone, lay hold thee. l plead thy promises. fly to thy arms. Lord save me; perish"
 When the Christian commission went into the army during the war there were great multitude of hungry men and only few loaves of bread, and the delegate of the commission was cutting the bread and giving it out to wounded and dying men. Some one came up and said, Gut those slices thinner, or there will not be enough to go around" And tl,o 1nla fn ont ha ali thin and handed the bread around until they all had some, but not much. But, blessed be God, there is no need of econ omy in this Gospel. Bread for all; bread enough and to spare. Why perish with hunger2
 Again, advise you, as one of the best things you can do with Christ, to take him into your love. Now there are two things which make us love any one-in- herent attractiveness, and then what he does in the way of kindness toward us. Now Christ is in both these positions. Inherent attractiveness-fairer than the children of men, the luster of the morn ing in his eye, the glow of the setting sun in his cheek, myrrh and franklin cense in the breath of his lip. In
 
 heaven of mighty ones, the strongest. In a heaven of great hearts, the tender est and the most sympathetic.
 Why, sculpture has never yet been able to chisel his form nor painting to present the flush of his cheek nor music to strike his charms; and the greatest surprise of eternity will be the first mo- ment when we rush into his presence and with uplifted hands and streaming eyes and heart bounding with rapture we cry out, This is Jesusp
 All over glorious is my Lord,
 He must be loved and yet adored;
 His worth, if all the nations knew,
 Sure, the whole earth would love him too.
 THE SUBLIME SACRIFICE.
 Has he not done enough to win our affections? Peter the Great, laying aside royal authority, went down among the ship carpenters to help them, but Russia got the chief advantage of that conde- scension. John Howard turned his back upon the refnements and went around prisons to spy out their sorrows and to relieve their wrongs, but English crim- inals got the chief advantage of that ministry. But when Christ comes 1t is for you and me. The sacrifice for you and me. The tears for you and me. The crucifxion for you and me.
 If were hopelessly in debt and some one came and paid my debts, and gave me receipt in full, and called off the pack of bounding creditors; if were on laundering ship, and you came in a ifeboat and took me off, could l ever forget your kindness2 Would I ever allow an opportunity to pass without rendering you service or attesting my gratitude and love? Oh, how ought we to feel toward Christ, who plunged into the depth of our sin and plucked us outi Oughtit not to set the very best emotions of our heart into the warmest, aye, red hot glow? The story is so old that 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, anything to be compared to this spec tacle of generosity and woe? Did heart strings ever snap with a worse torture? Were tears ever charged with 8 heavier griefr Did blood ever gush, in each glob- ule the price of soulp The wave of earthly malice dashed it's 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 gleaming lances rampages through his holy soul. Oh, see the dethronement of heavens kingi the conqueror fallen from the white horsel the massacre of Godl | Weep, ye who have tears, over the lone Illness of his exile and the horrors of his | darkness. Christ sacrificed on the funeral pyre of worlds ransgression; the good for the bad, the great for the mean; the infinite for the finite, the | God for the man. Oh, if 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 mon ster of ingratitude and of crime. If you could see Christ as he is you would rise l from your seat and fling yourselves down at his feet, crying, My Lord, my | light, my love, my joy, my peace, my | strength, my expectation. my heaven, my all! Jesus! Jesusr'
 HE HAS DONE ENOUGH. Oh, can you not love him? Do you want more of his tears2 Why, he has I shed them all for you. He has no more. Do you want more of his blood2 His arteries were emptied dry, and the iron hand of agony could press out nothing more. Would you put him to worse ex- cruciation? Then drive another nail into his hand, and plunge another spear into his side, and twist another thorn into his crown, and lash him with an other flame of internal torture. "No," says some one; "stopl stop! he shall not be smitten again. Enough the tears. l Enough the blood Enough the torture