Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1892-07-04

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 finite, the
God for the man. Oh, if there be III all
this audience one person untouched by
this story e the Saviour's love, show me
where he is that | may mark the mon
ster of ingratitude and of crime. Ii you
could see Christ as he 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,
lly all! Jesus! Jesus!'
HE HAS DONE ENOUGH.
Oh. can YOU not love him? Do you
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 e1nptied dry, and the iron
hand OF agony could press out nothing
more. Would you put In to worse ex-
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 fame Of internal torture. mo"
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 cries heaven. Aye,
Enough" cries hell. At last enough.
Oh, look at him, thy butchered Lord,
unshrouded and CHASTITY as they flung
him from the tree, his wounds gaping
for bandage Are there no hands to
close these eyes? Then let the sun go
out and there be midnight. Howl, ye
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
| done? Could he pay bigger price!
| Could he drink more bitter cup? Could
he plunge into a worse catastrophe? And
! can YOU not love him? Groan again, o
blessed Jesus, that they may feel thy
sacrifice! Gfoan 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? VIII you
Stay him again by your sin? VIII you
spit upon him again? Will you cruelty
him again? What will you do with him
who has 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 tC
make the hard heart of the rock break:
Jesus! Jesusi What shall we do with
thee?
THE SOULS GREAT CHANCE.
have to say that the question will af
ter 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 {
world In that day what do you thinl
Christ will do with US? Why, Christ
will say: '.There is that man whom
called. There is that woman whose sou
[ importuned But they would not any
of my ways [ gave them innumer8bl(
opportunities Of salvation They reject
ed them ALL Depart; l never knew
YOU Blessed be God, that day ha:
not come. Halt, ye destinies of eter
nifty ard give us one more chance. On'
more chance, and this is it,
Some travellers in the wilderness o.
Australia a few years age found th'
skeleton of Il man and some Of his gar
ments, and a rusty kettle on which The
man had written or scratched with HI
finger nail these words: 20 God, az
dying Of thirst My brain is on fire
My tongue is hot. God help me in tn.
Wilderness Oh, how suggestive of tn
condition OF those who die in the wilder
ness of sin through thirst We tax
hold Of them today. We try to bIirG
the cool water of the rock to their lips
We say, .'Ho, every one that thirsteth!
God, thy father, awaits thee. Minister
ing spirits who watch the ways Of tn
soul bend now this moment over thi
immortal auditory to see what we vii
do with Jesus.