The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1892-07-08

understand it-that II you believe that
Christ died to save you you are saved,
Wheng Now. No more doubt about il
than that you sit there. Nomore doubt
about it than that you have right
hand. No more doubt about it than
that there is God. If You had COM
mitted five hundred thousand transgres-
sions, Christ would forgive you just as
freely as If you had never committed
but one; though you had gone through
the whole catalogue of crimes-arson,
and blaspheny, and murder-Christ
would pardon you just as freely, you
coming to him, as though you had COM
mitted only the slightest sin Of the
tongue.
THE BoUNDLEss LOVE.
Why, when Christ comes to pardon
soul he stops for nothing. Height is
nothing. Depth is nothing. Enorlnity
is nothing, Protractedness is nothing.
Ger sins like mountains for their size,
The seas to sovereign grace expand,
The seas of sovereign grace arise.
Lord Jesus, l 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 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 commission was cutting
the bread and giving it out to wounded
and dying men. Some one came up and
said, "Cut those slices thinner, or there
will not be enough to go around" 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 econ
omy in this Gospel. Bread for all; bread
enough and to spare, Why perish with
hunger?
Again, l 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-in.
herent attractiveness, and then what he
does in the way of kindness toward u.s.
Now Christ is in both these positions
Inherent NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. than the
children of men, the luster of the morn
ing In his eye, the glow of the setting
sun in his cheek, myrrh and franklin
cense in the breath of his lip. In a
heaven Of holy beings, the best. In a
heaven Of mighty ones, the strongest
In heaven of great hearts, the tender
est 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 mo-
ment when we rush into his presence
and with uplifted hands and streaming
eyes and heart bounding with rapture
we cry out, "This is Jesus"
AL over glorious is my Lord,
He must be loved and yet adored;
His worth, II all the nations knew,
Sure, the whole earth would love him too.
THE SUBLIME SACRIFICE.
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 advantage of that conde-
scension. John Howard turned his back
upon the refinements and went around
prisons to spy out their sorrows and to
relieve their wrongs, but English Grim
inals 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.
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; If were on
laundering ship, and you came in a
hfeboat and took me off, could l ever
forget your kindness? Would l ever
allow an opportunity to pass without
rendering you service or 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
Oughtit not to set the very best emotions
of our heart into the warmest, aye, red
hot glow? The story is 80 old that peo-
pie almost get asleep when 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 spec
taole of generosity and woe? Did heart
strings ever snap with worse torture2
Were tears ever charged with heavier
grief? Did blood ever gush, In each glob-
ule the price Of soul9 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 rampages through his holy soul.
Oh. see the dethronement of heavens
king the conqueror fallen from the
white horse! the massacre Of Godi
Weep, We who have tears, over the lone
illness of his exile and the horrors Of his
darkness. Christ sacrificed on the funeral
pyre Of o worlds transgression; the
good for the bad, the great for the
mean; the infinite for the finite, the
God for the man. Oh, if 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 mon
ster 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,
iny all! Jesus! Jesus
HE HAS DONE ENOUGH.
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 ex-
cruciation? Then drive another nail
into his hand. and plunge another spear
into his side, and twist another thorn
into his crown, and lash him with an
other 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.