News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1892-07-07

the bread and giving it out to wounded
and dying men. Some one came up ana
said, s'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
thev all had some, but not much. But,
| blessed be God, there is no need of econ
omy in this 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-in-
herent attractiveness, and then what he
does in the way of kindness toward us.
Now Christ is in both these positions.
Inherent attractiveness-faire than the
children of men, the luster of the morn
ing in his eye, the glow of the setting
sun in his cheek, myrrh and franklin
cense in the breath of his lip. In a
heaven of holy beings, the best. In
heaven of mighty ones, the strongest.
In a heaven of great hearts, the tender
est and the most sympathetic.
Why, sculpture has never yet been
able to chisel his form nor painting to
present the flush of his cheek nor music
to strike his charms; and the greatest
surprise of eternity will be the first mo-
ment 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
He must be loved and yet adored;
| His worth, if all the nations knew,
Sure, the whole earth would love him too.
THE SUBLIME SACRIFICE.
Has he not done enough to win our
affections? Peter the Great, laying aside
royal authority, went down among the
ship carpenters to help them, but Russia
| got the chief advantage of that conde-
scension. John Howard turned his back
upon the refnements and went around
prisons to spy out their sorrows and to
relieve their wrongs, but English GRIM
| inals got the chief advantage 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
crucifxion for you and me.
If were hopelessly in debt and some
one came and paid my debts, and gave
me receipt in full, and called off the
pack of bounding creditors; if l were on
laundering ship, and you came in a
| lifeboat and took me off, could | ever
forget your kindness? Would l ever
allow an opportunity to pass without
rendering you service or attesting my
gratitude and love? Oh, how ought we
to feel toward Christ, who plunged into
the depth of our sin and plucked us out!
Oughtit not to set the very best emotions
of our heart into the warmest, aye, a red
hot glow? The story is so old that peo-
pie almost get asleep when they are
hearing it. And yet there he hangs
Jesus the man, Jesus the God.
Was there anything before or since,
anything to be compared to this spec
tacle of generosity and woe? Did heart
strings ever snap with worse torture?
We're tears ever charged with heavier
grief? Did blood ever gush in each glob-
ule the price of soul? The wave of
earthly malice dashed its bloody foam
against one foot, the wave of Internal
malice dashed against his-otIaer- foot,
while the storm of Gods wrath against
sin beat on his thorn pierced brow, and
all the hosts of darkness with cleaning
lances rampages through his holy soul.
Oh see the dethronement of heavens
kingl the conqueror fallen from the
white horsei the massacre of a God!
Weep, We who have tears, over the lone
illness of his exile and the horrors of his
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 in all
this audience one person untouched by
this story of the Saviour's love, show me
where he is that may mark the mon
ster of ingratitude and of crime. If 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,
ily all! Jesusi 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 emptied dry, and the iron
hand of agony could press out nothing
more. Would you put him 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 flame of Internal torture. 'sNo,"
says some one; ''stop! stopi 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, 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 a bigger price?
Could he drink more bitter cup? Could |
he plunge into worse catastrophe? And |
can you not love him? Groan again, O
blessed Jesus, that they may feel thy
sacrificed 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 and thy
warm life may bleed into them. Groan
again, 0 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? Will you
Stay him again by your sin? viii you
spit upon him again? viii you cruelty
him again? What will you do with him
who has loved you with more than
brothers love, more than fathers love,
yea, more than mothers love, through |
all these years. Oh, is it not enough to
make the hard heart of the rock break? |
Jesusl Jesusl 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 usP Ring all the
bells of eternity at the burning of
world. In that day what do you think
Christ will do with us? Why, 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
opportunities of salvation. They reject
ed them all. Depart; l never knew
you" Blessed be God, that day has
not come. Halt, We destinies of eter-
nifty, and give us one more chance. One
more chance, and this is it.
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