The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1892-10-07

foot on every sea, and His tearS1n the
drops of dew on Hermon, and hear His
voice In the wind, and behold
His words all abloom IN the
valley between Mount Olivet and
Jerusalem. There are some men
who come and walk around the
Temple of Truth, and merely see the
outside. There are others who walk
into the porch, and then go away
There are others who come in and look
at the pictures, but they know nothiHg
about the chief attractions of the
Bible 1t is only the man who comes
and knocks at the gate, saying: Il
would see Jesus" For him the glories
of Il t book open, and he goes in and
finds Christ, and with Him peace,
pardon, life, comfort and Heaven. "An
in all is Jesus in the Bible.
/ remark again that Christ is every
thing in the great plan of redemption.
We are slaves; Christ gives deliverance
to the captive. We are thirsty; Christ
is the river of salvation to Stake our
thirst. We are hungry; Jesus says:
81 am the bread of life" We are con-
demned to die; Christ says: 'Save that
man from going down to the pit; 1 am
the ransom" We are tossed on sea of
troubles; Jesus comes over it, saying:
at is I, be not afraid" We are in
darkness; Jesus says: 81 am the
bright and morning star" We are
sick; Jesus is the balm of Gilead.
We are dead; hear the shrouds
rend and the grave ,hillocks heave as He
cries: 81 am the resurrection and the
life; he that believeth in Me, though
he were dead, yet shall he live" We
want justification; Being justified by
faith, we have peace with God through
our Lord Jesus Christ" We want to
exercise faith; Believe in the Lord
Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved"
/ want to get from under condemnation:
There is now, therefore, no condemna-
ton to them who are in Christ Jesus. {"
The cross-He carried it. The flames
of helT-He suffered them. The shame
He endured it. The crown-He won
it. Heights of Heaven sing it, and
worlds of light all round the Heavens
cry, GLORY, glory"
Let us go forth and gather the
trophies for Jesus. From Golconda
mines we gather the diamonds; from
Ceylon banks we gather pearls; from
all lands and kingdoms we gather
precious stones, and we bring the gilt
tering burdens and put them down at
the feet of Jesus, and say: IAN these
are Thine. Thou art worthy" We go
forth again for more trophies, and into
one sheaf we gather all the scep-
tiers of the earth. of all royalties
and dominions, and then we bring
the sheaf of scepters and put it
down at the feet of Jesus, and say:
''Thou art King of kings, and these
Thou hast conquered" And then we
go forth again to gather more trophies
and we bid the redeemed of all ages,
the sons and daughters of the Lord
Almighty, to come. We ask them to
come aud offer their thanksgivingS, and
the hosts of Heaven bring crown, and
palm, and scepter, and here by these
bleeding feet and by this river side,
and by this wounded heart, cry: 'tBless-
ing, and honor, and glory, and power
be unto Him, that stitch upon tho
throne and unto the Lamb forever and
forever!' Tell me of a tear that He
did not weep, of burden that He did
carry, of battle He did not fight, of o
victory that He did not achieve. "All
in all is Jesus" in the great plan of re-
demption.
remark again; Christ is everything
to the Christian in time of trouble.
Who has escaped trouble? We must all
stoop down and drink out of the bitter
lake. The moss has no time to grow
on the buckets that come up out of
the hearts well, dripping with
tears. Great trials are upon our
track as certain as greyhound pack on
the scent of deer. From our hearts in
every direction there are a thousand
chords reaching out binding us to loved
ones, and ever and anon some of these
tendrils snap. The winds that .crosa
this sea of life are not all abaft. The
clouds that cross our sky are not feath-
cry and afar, straying like focks of
sheep on Heavens pastures. but wrath
full and somber, and cleaning with ter
ror, they wrap the mountains in fire, and
come down baying with their thunde-s
through every gorge. The richest
fruits of blessing have a prickly shell.
Life here is not lying at anchor; it is
weathering gale. 1t is not sleeping
in a soldiers tent with our arms
stacked; it is a bayonet-charge. We
stumble over grave stones, and we
drive on with our wheel deep in thG
old nut of graves. Trouble has
wrinkled your brow, and 1t has
frosted your head. Falling in this bat
tie of life, is there no angel to bind our
wounds? Hath God made this world
with so many things to hunt and none
to heal? For this snake-bite of sorrow
is there no herb growing by all the
brooks to heal the poison? Blessed be
antidote! Christ has bottled an ocean
of tears. How many thorns He hath
plucked out of human agonyl Oh! he
knows too well what it is to carry @
cross not to help us carry ours. He
knows too well what it is to climb the
mountain not to help us up the steep.
He knows too well what is to be perse-
euted not to help those who are inn
posed upon. He knows too well what
it is to be sick not to help those who
suffer. Ay, He knows too well what ii
is to die not to help us in our
last extremity. Blessed Jesus, thou
knowest it all. Seeing Thy wound
ed side, and Thy wounded hand,
and Thy wounded feet, and
Thy wounded brow, we are sure Thou
knowest it all. Oh! when those into
whose bosom we used to breathe our
be God the heart of Jesus still beats;
and when all other lights go out and the
world gets dark, then we see coming out
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