The Penn's Grove record., 1892-07-08

His worth, il all the %natiols knew.
sure, the whole eart1 woJli love Him, too.
Has He not done enough to win our sffec.
tions2 Peter the Great, laying aside roy.l
authority, went down among tue ship car.
penters to help them, but Russia got the
chief advantage Of that condescension. John
Howard turned his back upon the refine
ments and went around prisons to spy out
their sorrows and TO relieve their wrongs,
but English criminals got the chief advan-
tage OF That ministry. But when Christ
comes it is for you aud me. The sacrifice for
you and me. The tears for you and me. The
crus:fixion for you and me.
Ii | were hopelessly in debs and some one
came n paid my debts, ana gave ms a re-
ceipt in full, and called off the pack of
bounding creditors, If | were on a founder
ing ship, and you came in a lifeboat and
took me oil, could l ever forget your kind
ness? Would ever allow an opportunity TO
pass without rendering you a service or at
testing my gratitude and love! On, how
ought we to feel toward Christ, who plunged
into the depth OF our sin and plucke1 US
out. Ought it not to set the very best emo.
lions OF our heart into the warmest, ave, a
red hot gov! The story is SO old nat peo-
pie almost get asleep when they are hearing
1t. And yet there He h~angs-Jesus the
man, Jesus the God.
Was there anything before or since. any.
thing to be compared to this spectacle Oh
generosity and woe2 Did heart strings ever
u with a worse torturey Were tears ever
charged with a heavier grief Did blood
ever gush, in each globule the price of a soul?
The waveo 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 pierced brow, and
all the hosts OF darkness with cleaning
lances rampa yes throu Eh His holy soul.
Oh, see the dethronement of hea ven's
King the conqueror fallen from the white
horse. the massacre Of a G1dl Weep, We who
lave tears, over the loneliness of His exile
and the horrors of His darkness. Christ
sacrificed on the funeral pyre of a worlds
transgression; the COOL for the bad, the
great Tor tine mean; the infinite for the
finite, t lie God for the man. On, 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 monster of
ingratitude and crime. IL o could see
Christ as H. is you would rise from your
seat and fling yourselves dow at His feet,
crying, my LJru, my nguU, my Iove, my
Joy, my peacs, my strength, my expecta-
ton, my heaven, my ALL jesus Jesusr'
On, can you not love Him? Do you
raj 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 excruciation? Then
drive mother nail into His hand, and plunge
another spear into His side, and twist an
other thorn into His crown, and lash Him
with another fame OF internal torture.
''No," says some one; stop. stopi He shall
be smitten asain. Enough the tears.
Enough the blood. Enough the torture.
Enough the agony" Enough" cries
earth. Enough" cries heaven. Aye,
Enough" cries he'll. At last enough.
Oh, look at Him, thy butchered Lord, I'M
shrouded and CHASTITY as they flung Him from
the tree, His wounds gaping for a oandage.
Are there no hands to close these eyes? Then
let the sun go out and there be midnight.
Howl, ye winds. AMI howl, ye seas, for your
Lord is dead. On, what more could DE have
done for you and for me than he has donef
Could He pay a bigger price? Could He
drink a more bitter cup? Could He plunge
into a worst 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 souls and
Thy warm life may bleed into them. Groan
again, . 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 thism morning. What Will you do with
Jesus? Will you Stay Him again by your
SIN? Will YOU spit upon Him agains Will
YOU cruelty Him again? What will you DO
with Him who has loved you with more than
a brothers love, mora than n fathers love,
yea. more than a mothers love, through all
these years. Oh, is it not enough TO make
the hard neart of the rock break? JesusI
Jesus! What shall wa do with fhee?
1 have to say that the question will after
o,,ntt. oho % and in NyIli mot ln wi = snail
we do with Christ. but what will Christ do
with uss Ring all toe bells OF eternity al
the burning OF a world. In that day what
do YOU think Christ will do with usl why,
Christ will say: There is that man whom
/ called. There is that woman whose SOU l
importuued. But they would not any OF my
WAYS, / gave them innumerable opportu'
mites of salvation. They rejected them all,
Depart: | never knew you" Blessed be
Col, that day has not come. Halt, ye des-
of eternity, and give US one more
chance. One more cDance, and this is It.
Some travellers in the wIiderness OF Aus
tralia a few years ago found the skeleton OF
a man and some of his garments, and a rusty
kettle on which the man had written OF
scratched with his finger nail these words:
20 God, 1 am dying of thirst. Ny orain u
on fire. NY tongue Is hot. Col nelp me IN
the wilderness" Oh, how suggestive OF the
condition OF those VIM die IN the wilderness
Of sin through tnIrstl We take hold of them
TODAY. We try to bring the cool water oil
the rock to their lips. We say, "Ho, every
one that thirstethg' God, thy Fathsr,
awaits thee. MInistering spirits who watci
the ways of the soul ben now this momsn
over this immortal auditory TO see what ~
will do with Jesus.