The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-04-25

ing God they hurl their defiance. They
come, not Ia numbers like the hosts OF Sem
nacherib, but their multitude ts IKE the
leaves of the forest, and the sound of their
voices like the thunder OF the sea. Mailed
In hell's fmpenetrable armor, they advance
with the waving OF their banners ana the
dancing Of their plumes. Their ranks are
not easily to be broken. for the batteries OF
hell will open to help them and ten thou
sand angels OF darkness mingle in the tight.
Where are the chosen few, who will throw
themselves into the jaws OF this contiictf
King James gave to Sir John SCOTT, for his
courage, a charter OF arms with a number
of spears for the crest and the motto.
"Ready aye, ready" and, yet, when God
calls US to the work and the cause demands
our espousal and interests dread
full as the judgment and solemn
as eternity tremble In the balance,
how few OF US are willing to throw our
selves into the breach, crying Ready eye,
ready" o, should like TO see God arise
for the defense of his own cause and the
disonthralment Of a world in bondage. How
the letters would snap and how the dark
ness would fly, and how heaven would sing.
You have never seen an army like that
which God shall gather from the four winds
Of heaven TO fight his battles. They shall
cover every hilltop and stretch shrough
every valley and man the vessels on every
sea. There shall neither be uproar, nor
wrath, nor smoke, nor bloodshed. Harvests
shall not lie waste in the track, nor cities be
consumed. Instead of the groaus of captives
shall come the song Of those redeemed. Yet
the conquest shall be none the less complete,
for, if In that hour, when all should be vigil
liant, the church OF God should neglect to
seize the prize and the cause should seem to
fail. from the graveyards and cemeteries of
all Chrisbendom the good and faithful OF
the past would spring to their feet in time
to save the cause, and though the sun
might not again stand still above Gideon,
or the moon in the valley Of Ajalon, the
day would be long enough to gain a decls-
I've victory for GOD and the truth.
But, my text is descriptive also of those
who hunt for opportunities, aud, when they
get them, do not use them. The rabbit they
overcome by an early morning tramp lies
for weeks uncooked in the dooryard. The
deer that they brought down after long and
exhaustive pursuit in the Adirondack, lies
on the doorslll undressed, and the savory
venison becomes q malodorous carcass. They
roast not that which they took in hunting
Opportunities laboriously captured, yet use
less, and that which came in invitlngly like
q string OF plover or quail and wild duck
hung over hunters shoulder turns to
something worse than nothing. So with
Agrippa when almost persuaded to be
Christian. SO with the lovely young man
who went away from Christ very sorrow-
fully. So with tens Of thousands who have
whole hands full, whole skies full of winged
opportunities which profit them nothing at
ALL because they roast not that which they
took in hunting. o, make out of this capt
ured moment banquet Of eternity. The
greatest prize in the universe to be won is
the love and pardon Of Christ. Win that
and you can say:
Now have found a friend
Whose love shall never end,
Jesus fs mine