Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1892-07-15

His presence and with upliftsi hands an
streaming eyes AMI heart boun ing Win
rapture We cry out This u jesus!
All over glorious Is ny Lori
ne must Bs loved AMI yet Adlrei:
Ii- .g1rln 70 al The u1upus klcs,
Sur, to- whole car.l woIii love HIN, ton.
las Heu not don, en1u IA to win our Aifsc
Gon,7 Peter the GrsIr, laying asiia r,yh
author.tr. went down an pIs tns sliD car
p.uters u neip them, my EI',n got the
chief advantage OK that clu les ..usiOn. John
Howard tucned hi, blcS upon the Feline
rnaut, AMI went arOlnl prisons 70 spy out
their sorrows AM 10 relieve their wrongS
but Elzlish cr.mnlls go. the chief atvan-
tars OF that ministry. But whsn thirst
come It is for YOU aad me. Tn, sacrifice for
YOU and me. The tsIrs Tor you ani ME. The
cruciGxion for u and me.
II were hopeiessy in debt AMI some one
cane an pal 1 my d,ht'. an gave M re-
ccipt in uli, and called of the pac; OF
houu mn creditors; If | wsrs Oh foun Ter
in ship, aYl You came IN a liieboat and
took me OF, could | ever forget your kind
ness? Would ever allow an opportunity n
pass without rendering you u servlcp or at
testing my grititu 10 AMI low On, how
ought we 10 feel toward CHRIST, who plunge
into the depth OF our sin an pluckei ul
Outl Ought IL not to st the very best emo
tons OF our heart iutD the wlrneSt, aye, a
rel hot Cow Ths story Is 50 old tnat pso'
pic almost get asleep when they aro hearing
it. AMI yet there lie hangs-Jesus the
man, Jesus the God.
Was there anything before or since. any,
thing to be compared u this spectacle OF
generosity and woe' Dit heart strings ever
snap with wors5 torture: Were tears eveI
charged with a heavier grief Did blooc
ever guSh, in each globule tho price of a soul
The wave OF earthly malice dashed its bloody
foam against ona foot, the wave Of internal
malic, dashed against His other foot whilo
the storm OF Gods wrath against sit
beat on HIS thorn pierced brow, and
all tho hosts ., dlrGuesS with cleaning
lances rampay yes throu n His holy soul.
Oh, see the dethronement OF heaven'I
KING thu conqueror fallen from the white
horse the massacre Of God! Weep, ye who
have tears over the loneliness OF His exile
AMI tho horrors OF His darkness. Christ
sacrificed on the funeral pyrs OF worlds
trans ;ceS;ion; the goo for the ba H. the
great !oc tls mean; tho infinite for ths
iinIt-, the God FOR tbs man. On, il there be
in all this au Hence one person untouched by
this story OF ths SaviOur'S love, show me
where he is tina, may mar; tle monster OF
mgr It.tu Ia and c.Iue. Ii you could SEQ
Christ rs ii, is you woul rise from your
seat and tltny vOurSe!yhS Iowa mt His fer.,
crying, My Lord, my h%at, my love, my
JOY, my peaCh, my strength, my eEpecta
zion, my heaven, my ALL JcSuN jesus
Ga. can you not love Him? Do you
want mora Of His tears? Why. lie has she
them all for you, lie has no mora, DO YOU
want more OF his blo)l? HIS arteries wers
cnptiel dry ami the iron hand of agony
could press ont nothing more. Would you
put HIM 10 worse excrIciation2 Then
drive another nail into HIS han l. aud plunge
another spear into His side. and twist an
other thOrn into His crown, and llsi Him
with another hims ot internal torture
NO. says some on; stool stop! He shall
not be snitten a gam. Enough the tears.
Enough the agony enough cries
Garth. Enough cries heaven. Aye,
Enough, cries hell. Atlast enough.
Oh, look Mt Him, thy butchered Lord, I'm.
shrouled and CHASTITY as they flung Him from
the tree, His wounds gaping for hanlaSe.
Are there no hands to close these eyes: Then
let the sun 20 out AM there DO midnight.
Howl, ye winds, AMI howl, ye seas, for your
LCrl is dead. Ga, what more could He have
done for you and for me than lie has done2
Could He pay a bigger price? Could He
drink II more bitter cups Could He plunge
into a worst catastrophe? And can you not
love Him; Groan again. . blessed Jesus,
that they may fee! Thy sacrifice GroAn
again. Put the four finger, AMI the thumb
of Thy wounded hand upon them, that tho
cash IN the PAIN may strike their souls AMI
Thy warm life may bleed into them. Groal
again, . Jesus, aud soc II they will not feel
Oh, what will you do with such Christ as
that1 You have got to do something VITA
Him this morning. What will you do with
jesus VIII yoI Stay Him again by your
sin: Will you spit upon Him again! VIII
you cruelty Him again? What will you do
with Him who has loved you with more than
n brothers love, moro than fathers love,
yea, more than mothers love, through all
these years. Oh, is it not enou III To mako
the hard heart Of tho rock breaSy Jesusl
Jesus! What shall We do with Thee?
| have to say that the question will after
awhile changr. ami II will not bu VIII It shall
we 10 with Christ but what will Christ do
with Us? Ring all tao bells o. eternity at
the burning OF u world. In that day wat
do YOU think Christ will do with US? Why,
Christ viii say; There is that man whom
| callel. Thtre is that woman whose soul
importuned. 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
Goi, that day ha, not come. Halt, ye des-
TIMES OF eternity, AM give US ono more
chauCa. One more chance, AMI this Is it.
Some travellers in the wilderness OF Aus
tralia Il few years ago founl ths skeleton of
man and some Of his garments, aud Il rusty
kettle on which the man had written or
scratched with his finger nail These words;
80 God, am dying Of thirst. My brain is
on fife. My tongue is hot. Col help ME in
the wilderness" Oh, how suggestive OF the
con ltion Of those who die III the wilderness
of sin through thlrst! We take hold of them
to-day. We try to bring tho cool water OF
the rock to their lips. We say, "Ho every
one that thirstathp God, thy Father,
awaits thee. Nnistering spirits who watch
the ways OF tho soul bend now this moment
over this immortal auditory to see what VT
/ will do with Jesus.