The Hazel Green herald. [volume] (Hazel Green, Wolfe County, Ky.) 1885-19??, 1892-08-12

foam against one foot, the wuve OF in
fernal 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.
oh, see the dethronement of Heavens
King! the Conqueror fallen from the
white horse! the massacre OF n Godl
Weep. We who have tears, over the Lore
illness of His exile and the horrors of
His darkness. Christ sacrificed on the
funeral pyrc of worlds transgression;
the good for the bad. the great for the
mean, the infinite for the finite, the
God for the man. Oh If there bc in all
this audience one persvc 'rtouched by
this story of the Saviour's Nve, show
me where he is, that / ma mark the
monster of ingr7ltitudc and of srime. IL
you could see Christ as lie 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 expectation, my heaven,
my all Jesus. Jesus"
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 eN-
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; stop stop. he shall
not be smitten again. Enough the
tears. Enough the blood. Enough
the torture. Enough the agony
Enough" cries earth. Enough y
cries Heaven. Aye. Enough cries
hell At last enough.
Oh. look AZ him. thy butchcrcd Lord,
unshroudcd and CHASTITY rs they flung
HIM from the tree, his wounds gaping
for a bandagr Are there no hands to
close these eyes? Then let the sun go
ont and there be midnight. Howl, We
Winds and howl, We seas, for your Lord
is dead, Oh. what more could he have
done for YOU and for me than he has
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Could he drink more bitter cup?
Could he plunge into a worse catastro-
phc? And can YOU not love him? Groan
again, o blessed Jesus, that they may
feel thy sacrifice, 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, o Jesus, and see if they
will not feel.
Oh. what will you do with such a
Christ as that? You have got to do
something with Him this morning.
What will you do with Jesus? Will You
Stay elm again by your sin? VIII Won
spit upon Him again? viii you cruelty
Him again? What will YOU do with
Him who has loved YOU moro than "A
brothers love, more than father
love, yea. more than mothers love,
through all these years? Oh, is il not
enough to make the hard heart of the
rock break? Jesus. Jesus! What shall
we do with thee?
have To say that the question will
after awhile change, and it will not be
! what shall we do with Christ, but what
| will Christ do with us? Ring all the
bells OF eternity at the burning of a
world. In that day what do you think
! Christ will do with us? Why, Christ
will say: 'There is that man whom
| called. There is that woman whose
soul importuncd. But they would not
| auy of my ways. | gave them innumcr-
able opportunities of salvation, They
rejected them all. Depart, never knew
YOU" Blessed be God, that day has
not come. Halt, We destinies of etcrni-
| ty, and give MS one more chance. One
more chance. and this is it.
Some travellers in the wilderness Of
! Australia a few years ago found the
! sllcl ton of "a man and some of his gar
ments, and rusty kettle on which the
man had written or scratched with his
| ginger nail these words: 90 God, ! am
diving of thirst My brain is on fire
My tongue is hot. God help me in the
Wilderness" oh, how suggestive of
the condition of those who die in the
wilderness Of sin through thirst. We
| take hold Of them to-day. We try To
bring the cool water of the rock To their
lips. We say, "IIo, every one that
thirsteth." God, thy father, awaits
thee. Ministering spirits who watch
the ways of the soul bend now this mo-
ment over this immortal auditory to See
what we will do with Jesus.
Tho battle of Lexington, April 10,
l775, marked the beginning OF the Amer
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