Audubon County Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Audubon Co., Iowa) 1885-1894, 1892-07-07

just as freely, you coming to him, as
though you had committed only the
slightest sin of the tongue. Why,
when Christ comes to pardon a soul, he
stops for nothing. Height is nothing.
Depth is nothing. Protractedness il
nothing.
Ger sins like mountains for their size,
The seas of 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. ! plead
thy promises. fly to thy arms, Lord
save me; perish" When the Chris.
tian commission went into the army
during the war there were q great
multitude of hungry men and only a
few loaves of bread, and the dele
gate Of the commission was cut
ting the bread and giving il
out to wounded and dying men. SONS
one 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 thi,
gospel. Bread for all; bread enough
and to spare. Why perish with hunger?
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-inherent attractiveness, and then
what he does IN the way of kindness
toward us. Now Christ is in both
these positions. Inherent attractive
ness: fairer than the children of men,
the lustre of the morning in his eye,
the glow of the setting sun in his
cheek, myrrh and franliincense in the
breath of his lips In a heaven of holy
beings, the best. In heaven of mighty
ones, the strongest. In a heaven
of great hearts, the tenderest and the
most sympathetic. Why, sculpture
has never yet been able to chisel his
form, nor painting to present the flush
of his charms; and the greatest sur
prise of eternity will be the first mo.
ment when we rush INTO his presencs
and with uplifted hands and streaming
eyes and heart bounding with rapture,
we cry out, This is Jesus
All over glorious is my Lord,
He must be loved and yet adorCd:
His worth, if all the nations knew,
Sure, the whole earth would love him too
Has lie not done enough to win om
affections? Peter the Great, laying
aside royal authority, went down
among the ship-carpenters to hely
them; but Russia got the chief advan,
tage of that condescension. John
Howard turned his back upon the re.
finements and went around prisons to
spy out their SORROWS and to relieve
their wrongs; but English criminals
got the disadvantage of that ministry.
But when Christ comes, it is for you
and me. The sacrifice for you and me.
The tears for you and me. The cruel
fiXion for you and me.
If ! were hopelesslv in debt, and some
one came and paid my debts and gave
me a receipt in full, and called off the
pack of bounding creditors; if | were
on laundering ship, and you came in
a life-boat and took me off, could ever
forget your kindness? Would | ever
allow an opportunity 20 pass without
rendering you a service or attesting
my gratitude and love? o, how ought
we to feel toward Christ, who
plunged into the depth of our
sin and pluclIed us out
Ought it not to set the very best emo
tions of our heart into the warmest,
ay, red-hot glow? The story is so
old that people 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 10 be compared to this spec
! tacle of generosity and woe? Did
heart-strings ever snap with a
worse torture? We're tears ever
charged with heavier grief? Did
blood ever gush, in each globule the
! price of soul? 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 priced 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 a 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 a worlds trans,
erosion; the good for the bad, the
great for the mean: the infinite for the
finite, the God for the man. Oh, il
there be in all this audience one person
untouched by this story of the Saw
ours love, show me where he is, that
may mark the monster of ingratitudC
and crime. If you could see Christ a!
he is you would rise from you
seat and fling yourselves down at hi,
feet, crying, MY Lord, my light, my
love, my joy, my peace, my strength
my expectation, my heaven, my all
Jesus, jesus"
Oh, can you not love him? Do yol
want more of his tears? Why, He hal
shed them all for you. He has no more
Do you want more of his blood? Hi
arteries were emptied dry, and the irol
hand of agony could press out nothin.
more. Would you put him to worse ex
cruciation? Then drive another mai
into his hand, you plunge anothe
spear into his side, and twist anothe
thorn into his crown, and lash HIN
with another firme of Internal torture
NO says some one; stop! stop! h
shall not be smittcn again. Enougl
the tears. Enough the blood. Enougl
the agony" Enough" cries earth
Enough cries heaven. Az
Enough" cries hell. At last enough
Oh, look at him, thy butchered Lord
unshrouded and ghastly as they fun,
him from the tree, his wounds gapinj
for bandage. Are there no hands t,
close these eyes? Then let the sun g
out and there be midnight. Howl, Y
winds, and howl We seas, for you
Lord is dead. Oh, what more coul
no have 6cna for Won opd 80