The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-07-04

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Christ would pardon you just as freely,
you coming to him., as though you had
committed only the slightest sin OF the
tongue. Why, when Christ comes TO par
don a soul. he stops for nothing Hight is
nothing. Depth is nothing. Eno=mity is
nothing. Protractedness is nothing.
Ger sins like mountains for their size,
The seas of sovereign grace expand,
The seas of sovereign grace arise.
Lord Jesus, I,give up all other props. give
up all other expectations. Ruined and IN
done, lay hold thee plead thy promises.
fly TO thy arms, Lord save me; | perish.
When the Christian commission went into
the army during the war there we're a great
multitude Of hungry men and only few
loaves OF bread, and the delegate OF the
commission was cutting the bread and Civ
ing il out TO wounded aud dying men.
Some came up and said, "Cut those slices
thinner, or there will not be enough to go
around And then the delegate cut the
slices very thin, and handed the bread
around until they all had some, but not
much. But, blessed be God, there is no
need of economy in this gospel. Bread for
all; bread enough and to spare. Why
perish with hunger9
Again, advise you, as one OF the best
things you can do with Christ. 20 take him
into your love. Now, there are two things
which make us love any one-inhere It
attractiveness, and then what he does in the
way Of kindness toward us. Now Christ is
in both these positions. Inherent attractive
ness: fsirer than the children of men, the
luster of the morning in his eye, the glow OF
the setting sun in his cheek, myrrh and
frankiucense in the breath of his lip. In a
heaven of holy beings, the best. In a
heaven Of mighty ones, the strongest. In
heaven of great hearts, the tenderest and
the most sympathetic Why, sculpture has
never yet been able to chisel his form, nor
painting 20 present the flush OF his cheek,
nor music to strike his charms; and the
greatest surprise Of eternity will be the
first moment when we rush into his pres
ence and with uplifted hands and streaming
eyes and heart bounding with rapture we
cry out, This is Jesusw
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.
Has he not done enough to win our affec-
tionss Peter the Great laying aside royal
authority, went down among the ship
carpenters TO help them; but Russia got the
chief advantage Of that condescension.
John Howard turned his back upon the re-
fnements and went around prisons to spy
out their sorrows and to relieve their
wrongs; but the English criminals 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 crucihxion for you
and me.
If were hopelessly in debt and some one
came and paid my debts and gave me re-
ceipt in full and called off the pack Of
bounding creditors; IL were on a founder
ing ship, and you came Ia a lifeboat and
took me off, could l ever forget your kind
nessl Would l ever allow an opportunity
to pass without rendering you a service or
attesting my gratitude and lovel o, how
10 faa1 RI nd Nhrfak Who Y1lnncsad
into the depth of our sin and plucked US out.
Ought it not to set the very best emotions
of our heart into the warmest, ay. a red
hot Rlowl The story is so old that peo-
pie almost get asleep while 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 spectacle Of generosity
and woe! Did heart strings ever snap with
a worse torture! Were tears ever charged
with heavier grief Did blood ever gush,
in each globule the price of a souls 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
rampaged through his holy soul.
o, see the dethronement of heavens
kingl the conqueror fallen from the 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 a worlds
transgression; the good for the bad, the
great for the mean; the infinite for the
finate, the God for the man. o, il there be
in all this audience one person untouched
by this story of the Savior's love, show me
where be is that may mark the monster
OF ingratitude and Of crime II you could
see Christ as he is you would rise from your
seat and fling yourselves down at Ills feet,
crying: my Lord, my light, my love. my
soy, my power, my strength, my expecta-
tion, my heaven, my all Jesus Jesus !"
o, can you not love him2 Do you want
more of his tears9 Why, he has shed them
all for you. He has no more. Do you want
more Of his bloodl His arteries were
emptied dry, and the iron hand Of agony
could press out nothing mora Would you
put him TO worse excruciationf Then drive
another nail into his hand, and plunge an
other 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 stopl he shall not
be smitten again. Enough the tears.
Enough the blood. Enough the torture.
Enough the agony" Enough" cries
earth. Enough" cries heaven, Az,
Enough" cries hell. At last enough
o, look at him. thy butchered Lord, I'm
bDrouQeQ ana RnabtIy as tneY nuDR MIN
from the tree, his wounds gaping for ban
dage. Are there no hands TO CLOSE these
eyesl Then let the sun go out and there be
midnight. Howl, ye winds, and howl, ye
seas, for your Lord is dead. o, what more
could he have done for you and for me than
he has donea Could he pay a bigger pricei
Could he drink more bitter CUP! Could
he plunge into a worse catastrophe2 And
can you not love himl Groan again, o
blessed Jesus, that they may feel thy sacri-
feel Groan again. Put the four fingers
and the thumb OF thy wounded hand upon
them, that the cash in the palm may strike
their soul, and thy warm life may bleed
into them. Groan again, Jesus, and see
IL they will not feel.
o, what will you do with such Christ as
that? You have got to do something with
him this morning. What will you do with
Jesus1 VIII you slay him again by your
sin2 VIII you spit upon him again! Will
you cruelty him againl What will you do
with him who has loved you with more
than brothers love, more than a fathers
love, yea, more than a mothers love,
through all these yearsl o. is 1t not enough
80 make the hard heart of the rock break
Jesus! Jesusl What shall we do with theel
I have TO say that the question will after
a while change, and it will not be what
shall we do with Christ, but what will
Christ do with usl Ring all the bells of
aternitv at the burning Of a world In that