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wav of kindness toward U.s. NOW ChrisU ~
| in both these positions. lnneren1 atvlao
/ tiyeness fairer than the chlldren OIL hen
fine Iuster of the morning in HIS eye, tne
| GLOW of the setting sun in His cheek, myrfh
and frankincense in the breath OF HIS up.
In a heaven of holy beings the best. In
heaven of mighty ones. the strongest IN
a heaven of great hearts, the tenderest anu
most sympathetic. -,
Why. sculpture has never yet been apie
to chisel His torn nor painting 10 present NY
6ush of His cheek nor music to strike 11s
charms: and the greatest surprise OF eternNy
will be the first moment when we rush INTO
His presence and with uplifted hands and
streaming eyes and heart bounding with
rapture we cry out, This is Jesus%
All over glorious is my Lord.
de must be loved and yet adoraa
His worth, il all the nations kYew,
Sure, the whole earth woul5 3 love Him, too.
Has He not done enough TO win our affec-
tions? Peter the Great, laying aside royal
authority, went down among the ship car
penters to help them, /but Russia got the
chief advantage of thgt condescenslon John
Howard turned his back upon the refine
ments and went around prisons to spy OUT
their sorrows ara to relieve their wrongs,
but English originals got the chief advan-
tage of that ministry. But when Chrls1
comes it is fQf you and me- The sacrlhce LOT
you and me. The tears for you and me. Inc
crucifxion for you and me-
If wore hopelessly IN debt and some one
came end paid my debts. and gave me a re-
ceiptI An full, and called off the pack or
Moulding creditors; if l were on a founder
ing ship, and you came In litepoat ana
TOOK me off, could | ever forget your kind
mess? Would ever allow an opportunity to
pass without rendering you service or at
testing my gratitude and love? On, now
ought we to feel toward Christ, who plunged
into the depth of our sin and plucked US
out! Ought it not to set the very best emo
tions of our heart into the warmest, aye,
red hot glow The story is SO old tnat peo-
nile almost get asleep when they are hearing
II And vet there He hangs-Jesus the
man, Jesus the God.
Was there anything before or since, any.
thing to be compared to this spectacle OIL
generosity and woe? Did heart strings ever
snap with worse torture? Were tears ever
charged with Il heavier grief. Did blood
ever gush, in each globuIe the price of a soulf
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
lancas rampages through His holy soul.
Oh, see the dethronement of heavens
King! the conqueror fallen from the white
horse! the massacre of 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 q worlds
transgresson; tine good for the bad, the
great Tor the meaG the Infinite for the
finite tie God for the man. On, II there be
in all this audience one person untouched by
this story of the Saviours love- show me
where he is that [ may mark the monster of
ingratitude and crime. If you could see
Christ as H 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-
ton, my heaven, my an! Jesus Jesus"
Oh, can YOU not love Him? Do you
want mora 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? Then
drive another nail into His hand, and plunge
another spear into His side, and twist an
other thorn into His crown, and lash Him
with another flame OF internal torture.
NO" says some one; stop! stop! He shall
not be smitteu AGAIN Enough the tears
Enough the blood Enough the torture.
Enough the agony" Enough" cries
earth Enough" cries heaven Aye,
Enough" cries hell. At last enough.
Oh, look at Him, thy butchered Lord, I'M
the tree, His wounds gaping Tor bantage.
Are there no hands to close these eyes? Then
let the sun 90 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 bigger price? Could he
drink a more bitter cup? Could He plunge
into worst catastrophe? And can you not
love Him? Groan again, O blessed Jesus,
that they may feel Thy sacrifice! Groan
again. fut the four fingers and the thumb
of Thy wounded hand upon them, that the
cash in the palm may strike their souls ana
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
chat? You have got to do something with
Him this morning. What will you do with
Jesus? Win you STAY Him again by your
sin? viii you spit upon Him again? WIZ
you cruelty Him again? What will you do
with Him who mas loved you with more than
a brothers love, more than fathers love,
yea, more than a mothers love, through all
these years. Oh, is it not enough to make
the hard heart OF the rock break? Jesus!
Jesus! What shall we do with rheeg
| have to say that the question will after
awhile change, and i1 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
Christ will say: There is that man whom
| called. There is that woman whose soul |
importuned. But they would not any OF my
WAYS. | gave them innumerable opportu-
mites OF salvation. They rejected them all,
Depart; 1 never knew YOU Blessed be
God, that day has not come. Halt ye des-
TIMES OF eternity, and give us one more
chance. One more chance and this IS 1t.
Some travellers i'll the wilderness of Aus
tralia a few years ago found the skeleton OF
q man and some of ms garments, and II rusty
kettle ON which the man had written or
scratched with his finger nail these words:
20 GOO, am dying 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 i'll the wilderness
of sin through thirstl We take hold of them
to-day. We try to bring the cool water OF
the rock to their lips. We say, "Ao, every
one that thirsteth" God thy Father,
awaits thee. Alinistering spirits who watch
| the ways of the soul bend now this moment
over this immortal auditory to see what we
will do with Jesus.