The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1892-07-14

druggist That makes the medicine; in the
bargain maker with whom you trade;
more trust IN all these things than in
Christ, although he stands this moment
Offering without limit, and without mis-
take, and without exception, universal
pardon to all who want it. Now, is not
that cheap enough-all things for moth
ING?
This is the whole Of the Gospel as l
understand lt--that if you believe that
Christ died to save you you are saved.
When? Now. No more doubt about 1t
than that you sit there. Nomore doubt
about it than that you have right hand.
No more doubt about it ,llan that there
is a God. If you had committed five
hundred thousand trausgressions Christ
would forgive you just as freely us if
YOU had never committed but one;
though you had gone through the whole
catalogue OF crimes-arson and bias
phemv and murder-Christ would par
don you 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 soul he
stops for nothing. Height is nothing.
Depth is nothing, Enormity Is MOTH
ing. ProtraCtcdncSs Is nothing.
DER S.ns like mountains for their size
The seas sovereign grace expand,
Inc seas OF sovereign grace ailSc.
Lord Jesus, | give up all her props,
give up all other expectations. Ruined
and uudOhe. lay hold thee. | plead
thy promises. fly to thy arms. lord
save me; perish" When the Chris
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mI the wal there were q grcat,multitudc
OF hungry men and only Il few loavcs of
bread, and the delegate Of The commits
sion was cutting the bread and giving it
cut to wouEdcd and dying nen. Some
ono came up and said, "Cut those slices
thinner or there vii! not be enough to
20 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 he God, there is no
need oi, economy IN this Gospel. Bread
Tor all; bread enough and to spare. Why
perish with hunger:
A"ain, 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 i'll the way of kindness toward
us. Now Christ is in both these posi-
tons. Inherent attractiveness- -fairer
than the children of men, the lustcr
OF the morning in his eye, the GLOW of
the setting sun in his cheek, myrrh and
irankinccnse in the breath OF his lip. In
tlohs OF our heart into the warmest-
aye, a rcd hot glow? The story is so
Old that people almost get asleep while
they are hearing it. And yet there he
hangs-Jesns the man, Jesus the God.
Was there anything before or since, any
thing to be compared to this spectacle
OF generosity and woe: Did heartstr-
lngs ever snap with worse torture?
Were tears ever charged with a heavier
grief? Did blood ever gush, in each
giobule the price Ola soul? The wave
OF earthly malice dashcl its bloody foam
against one foot, the wave Of internal
malice dashed against his other tooi
| 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
On, see the dcthroncment Of heaven.
KING! the cOnqucror fallen from th(
White horse. the massacre of God
| weep, ye who have tears, oyer Tn,
loneliness OF his exile and the horrors o
his darkness. Christ sacrificed on tht
luncral pore Of q wcrld's transgression
the good for the bad, the great for The
mean; the infinite for the finite, the Coo
Tor the man. Oh, il there be in all this
audience one person untouched by this
story OF the SaviOr's love, show me
where he ls, that | may mark the mons
ter OF lngratlLude and OF crime. IT 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 10y, my peace, my strength,
my expectation, my heaven, my all!
Jesus! ,Jesus.O
On, can you not love him! DO YOU
want more OF his tears Why, he has
shed them all for you. lie has no more.
DO you want more of his blood? His
arteries were cmpticd dry, and the iron
hand OF agony could press out nothing
more. Would you put him to worse cX-
cruclatlon: Then drive another nal
INTO hls hand, and plunge another spear
into his side, and twist another thorn
INTO his crown, and lash him with au-
other flame of Internal torture. "No,n
says some one; ''stop! stop! he shall not
oe smltlen again. Enough the tears.
Enough the blood. Enough the torture.
Enough the agony" "Enough," cries
earth. "Enougt,," cries heaven. Ave,
"Enou"h," cries he'll. At last enough.
On, look at him, thy butcher cd Lord,
unshroudcd and ghastly as they huny
hlm from the tree, his wounds gaping
Tor handagc. Are there no hands to
close these eyes? Then let the sun 90
out and there he midnight. Howl, We
winds, and howl, We seas, tor your LORD
Is dead! Oh. what more could he have
done Tor you and for me than he has
done? Could he pay bigger price?
Could he drink more bittcrcup? Could
he plunge into worse catasirophc?
Ant can you not love him? Groan
again, o blessed Jesus, that they may
lecl 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 aud
thy warm life may bleed into them.
Groan agan, 0, Jesus, and see il they
will not feel.
on, what will YOU do with such