Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1892-07-14

stops for nothing. Height is nothing
Depth is nothing Enormity is 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, give up all other props,
give up all other expectations Ruined
and undone, lay hold thee. | plead thy
promises. fly to thy arms. Lord save
me; perish" When the Christian COM
mission went into the army during the
war there were great multitude of hun
CRY men and only few loaves of bread,
and the delegate Of the commission was
cutting the bread and giving 1t out to
wounded and dying men. Some one came
up and said, Cut those slices thinner or
there will not be enough to 60 around. I"
And then the delegate cut the slices very
thin and handed the 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
and to spare. Why perish with hungerS
THE LOVING WAY.
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 at
Effectiveness and then what he does in the
way of kindness toward us. Now Christ is
In both these positions. Inherent attract
tveness-fairer than the children of men,
the luster 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 heaven of holy beings, the best. In a
heaven of mighty ones, the strongest. In
a heaven of great hearts, the tenderest 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 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 and yet adored;
His WORTH If all the nations knew,
Sure, the whole earth would love him too
Has he not done enough to win our affec-
tions? Peter the Great, laying aside royal
authority, went down among the ship car
penters to help them, but Russia got the
chief advantage of that condescension.
John Howard turned his back upon the
reinements and went around prisons to
spy out their sorrows and relieve their
wrongs, but English criminals 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
| aT1 Y1oiI oh
a receipt in full, and called off the pack OF
bounding creditors, if were on founder,
ing ship, and you came in lifeboat and
took me off, could / ever forget your kind.
ness? Would l ever allow an opportunity
to pass without rendering you service OF
attesting my gratitude and love? Oh, how
ought we to feel toward Christ, who
plunged into the depth of our sin and
plucked us outl
Ought it not to set the very best emotions
of our heart into the warmest-aye, a red
hot glow? The story is so old that people
almost get asleep while 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 spectacle of generosity and
woe? Did heartstrings ever snap with q
worse torture? Were tears ever charged
with heavier grief? Did blood ever gush
in each globule the price of a 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 darkness with cleaning lances ram.
PACED through his holy soul.
THE INFINITE SACRIFICE.
Oh, see the dethronement of heavens
king! the conqueror fallen from the white
horsel the massacre of God! Weep, ye
who have tears, over the loneliness 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, il
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 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
my ALL Jesus! Jesus"
Oh, can you not love himf Do you want
more of his tearsf 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, and plunge an
other spear into his side. and twist another
thorn into his crown, and lash him with
another fame of internal torture. NO.
says some one; stop! stop! 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 a
bandage. Are there no hands to close
these eyesp Then let the sun go out and
there be midnight. Howl, ye 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 done9 Could he pay q
bigger priceS Could he drink more bit.
ter cup? Could he plunge into worse ca
tastrophe? And can you not love himi
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. Gpan
again, o Jesus, and see if they will not
feel.
Oh. what will you do with such Christ
as thati You have got to do something
with him this morning. What will you
do with JesusP Will you slay him again
by your sinP Will you spit upon him
againa Will you cruelty him againi
What will you do with him who has loved
you with more than brothers love, more
| than n fathar,s love Yea mora than q