Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1892-07-04

When? Now. No more doubt a bout
n tbsn that Won sit there. No more
doubt about It than that you have
Ui O5 band No more doubt abo ht it
than that there is a God. If you nad
committed FIVE hundred thousand t1ahS-
cressions, Christ would forgive you lust
- S-aoi, os A. vou had never committed
hnt one. tbopgh YOU had gone through
the whole catalogue OF crimes-afsoh,
and blasphemy, and murder-CnrlSt
would pardon you just as freely you
coming to him, as though you had COM
mitted only the slightest sin OF the
tongue. Why, when Christ com es 10
pardon a soul, he stops for nothing.
Height is nothing.
DEPTH IS NOTHING.
Enormity ia nothing, Protractedness
is nothing.
Der sins like mountains for their size
The seas OF sovereign grace expand
The seas Of sovereign grace arise.
Lord Jesus, 1 give up all other props,
give up all other expectations. Ruined
and undone, l lay hold thee. / plead
thy. promises. l fly to thy arms, LORD
save me: l perish" When the Christian
Commission went into the army during
the war there were great multitude OF
hungry men and only few loaves OF
bread, and the delegate Of the Commits
sion was cutting the bread and giving 1t
out to wounded and dying men. Some
one came out and said, ''Cut those slices
thinner, or there will not be enough to
90 around" And then the delegate cut
I'D no or
bread around until they all had some,
but not much. But, blessed be God,
there is no need Of economy in this
gospel. Bread for all; bread enough
aud TO spare. Why perish with hun
ger?
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-inherent attractivenesS, and then
what he does in the way of kindness to-
ward US. Now Christ is in both these
positions. Inherent attractiveness:
fairer than the children Of men, the
lustre of the morning in his eye, the
glow Of the setting sun in his cheek,
myrrh and frankincenSe in the breath
OF his lip. In a heaven Of holy beings,
! the best. In heaven Of mighty ones,
the strongest. In heaven
OF GREAT HEARTS,
the tenderest and the most sympathetic
Why, sculpture has never yet been able
to chisel his form, nor painting to pre-
sent the flush Of his cheek, nor music
to strike his charms; and the greatest
surprise of eternity will be the first
moment 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 ana yet sdored;
His worth, II all the nations know,
sure, the whole earth would love him too.
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 advan-
tage Of that condescension. John
Howard turned his back upon the re-
fnements and went around prisons to
spy out their sorrows and to relieve
their wrongs; but English criminals
got the chief advantage Of that min
istry. But when Christ comes, it is for
you and ne. The sacrifice for you and
me. The tears for you and me. The
cruci6xiOn for you and me.
II 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; II l were
on a laundering ship, and you came in
life-boat and took me off, could l ever
forget your kindness? Would l ever
allow an opportunity to pass without
rendering you a service or attesting my
gratitude and love? Oh, how ought we
FEEL TOWARD CHRIST
who plunged into the depth OF our sin
and plucked US out. Ought it not to set
the very best emotions OF our heart into
the warmeSt, az, a red-hot glow? The
story Is so old that people almost get
asleep while they are hearing about it.
And yet there he hangS-Jesus the
man, Jesus the God. Was there anything
before or since, anything to be com pared
TO this spectacle Of generosity and woe?
Did heart-strings ever snap with worse
torture? We're tears ever charged with
q heavier grief? Did blood ever gush,
in each globule the price of soul? The
wave 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 dark
ness with cleaning lances rampaged
through his holy soul.
Oh, see the dethronement of heavens
king the conqueror fallen from the
white horse! the massacre of a God!
Weep, We who have tears,
over the loneliness of his
exile and the horrors of his dark
ness. Christ sacrificed on the funeral
pyre OF a worlds transgression; the
the good for the bad, the great for the
mean; the infinite for the finite, the God
for 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 Is, that l may mark the mon
ster Of ingratitude and of crime. Ifyou
could see Christ as be 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,
my all! jesus JeSusw
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 excruciation? Then drive
another nail into his hand, aud plunge