The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1892-09-30

nothing about the chief attractions of
the Bible. II is only the man who comes
and knocks at the gate, saying, II would
see Jesus" For him the glories of that
book o. N, and he goes in and finds
Christ, and with him peace, pardon,
life, comfort and heaven. Gan in all is
Jesus" in the Bible.
Iremark 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 slake our thirst,
We are hungry; Jesus says, II am the
bread of life." We are condemned to die;
Christ says, "Save that man from going
down to the pit; am the ransom" We
are tossed on sea Of troubles; Jesus
comes over it, saying, at is |; be not
afraid" We are in darkness; Jesus saws,
81 am the briShtand 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 hve." We want justifica-
ton; "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" Iwant to get from
under condemnation; "There is now,
therefore, no condemnation to them who
are in Christ Jesus" The cross-he car
ried it. The flames of hell-he suffered
them. The shame-he endured it. The
crown-he won it. Heights of heaven
sing it, and worlds of light to worlds of
light all round the heavens cry, "Glory,
glory"
CHRIST is ALL IN ALL,
Let us go forth and gather the trophies
for Jesus. From Golconda mines we
gather the diamonds, from Ceylon banks
we gather the pearls, from all lands and
kingdoms we gather precious stones, and
we bring the glittering burdens and put
them down at the feet of Jesus and say:
"All these are thine. Thou art worthy"
We go forth again for more trophies,
and into one sheaf we gather all the
scepters 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 and offer their thanks
givings, and the hosts of heaven bring
crown and palm and scepter, and here
by these bleeding feet, and by this riyen
side, and by this wounded heart cry,
blessing and honor and glory and
power be unto him that stitch upon the
throne and unto the Lamb forever and
forever" Tell me of tear that he did
not weep, of burden that he did not
carry, of a battle that he not fight, of a
victory that he did not achieve. "All
in all is Jesus" in the great plan of re-
demption.
Iremark again, Christ is everything
to the CT 'tian 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 grey
hound pack on the scent of deer. From
our hearts in every direction there are
thousand chords reaching out binding
Us to loved ones, and ever and anon some
of these tendrils snap. The winds that
cross this sea of life are not all abaft.
The clouds that cross our sky are not
feathery and afar, straying like flocks
Of sheep on heavenly pastures, but wrath,
full and somber and cleaning with ter. i
ror they wrap the mountains in fire, and
come down baying with their thunders
through every gorge.
The richest fruits of blessing have
prickly shell. Life here is not lying at
anchor; it is weathering a gale. It is
not sleeping in soldiers tent with our
arms stacked; it is bayonet charge
We stumble over gravestones, and we
lrive on with our wheel deep In the Old
rut of graves. Trouble has wrinkled
your brow, and it has frosted your head.
Falling in this battle of life, is there no
angel to bind our wounds? Hath God
made this world with so many things to
hurt and none to healp For this snake
bite of sorrow, is there no herb growing
by all the brooks to heal the poison ?
Blessed be God that in the Gospel we
ind the antidote! Christ has bottled an
ocean of tears. How many thorns he
hath plucked out of human agony!
Oh, he knows too well what it is to
carry cross, not to help us carry oursl
He knows too well what it is to climb
the mountain, not to help us up the
lteep. He knows too we'll what it is to
be prosecuted, not to help those who are
imposed upon. He knows too well what
it is to be sick, not to help those who
suffer Aye, he knows too well what it
is to die, not to help us in our last ex-
tremity. Blessed Jesus, thou knowest
it all. Seeing thy wounded side, and
thy wounded hand, and thy wounded
feet, and thy wounded brow, we are
sure thou knowest it all.
On, when those into whose bosom we
used to breathe our sorrows are snatched
from us, blessed 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 from behind
cloud something SO bright and cheering,
we know it TO be the morning star of
the souls deliverancel The hand of
care may make you stagger, or the hand
Of persecution may beat you down, or
the hand of disappointment may beat
you back, but there is hand, and it is
80 kind, and it is SO gentle, that it
wipeth all tears from all faces.
The Light of the Future.
It seems hard to believe that in a very
few years the incandescent lamD. which