Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1892-07-08

came dud pald my ueDJs. ana gave ma q re-
ceipt in full, and called off the PACK of
bounding creditors; il | were on founder
ing ship and you came in a lifeboat and
took me off, could ever forget your kind.
ness? Would ever allow an opportunity To
pass without rendering you a servics or at
testing my gratitude aud lover Oh, how
ought we TO feel toward Christ, who plunged
into The depth OF our sin and pluckel US
outi Ought it not to set the very best emo
tions OF our heart into the warmest, aye,
red hot glow? The story is 50 old That pso-
pie almost get asleep when they are hearing
1t AMI yet there he hangs-Jesus the
man, Jesus the God.
Was there anything before or since. any
thing to be compared to this spectacle of
generosity and woe2 Did heart strings ever
snap with a worse torture? Were tears ever
charged with n heavier grief? Did BLOOD
ever gu'h, in each globule the price of a soul
The wave OF earthly malice dashed its bloody
foam against one foot, the wave OF inferno
malice dashed against His other foot. while
the storm OF Gods wrath against sir
beat on His thorn pierced brow, ami
oil tho hosts OF darkness with cleaning
lances rampages through His holy soul.
Oh, see the dethronement OF heaven,
King the conqueror fallen from the white
horsel the massacre of Cod Weep, We who
have tears, over the Loneliness of His exile
and the horrors of His darkness Christ
sacrificed on the funeral pyre OF worlds
transSresson; the cool for the ba !. the
great Tor tne mean, the infinite for the
finlte tie God for the man Oh IL there be
in all this audience one person untouched by
this story OF the SayiOur's love, show me
where he is that may mark the monster OF
ingratitude and crime. IL you could see
Christ as H9 is you would rise from your
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crying, my Lord. my light, my love, mJ
joy, my peace, my strength, my expecta.
tiOn, my heaven my ALL Jesusl Jesusr
Ga, cln You MOI 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 AMI the iron han1 of agony
could press out nothing more. Would you
put Him TO worse excruciation? Then
drive another nail into His han !, and plunge
another spear into His side. and twist an
other thorn into His crown, and lash Hin
with another flms OF internal torture.
mo" says some one; 'stoPi stop. lie shall
not be smittea again. Enough the tears.
Enough the blood. Enough the torture.
Enough the agony" Enough" crieI
Garth. Enough" cries heaven Aye,
Enough, cries hell At last enough.
Oh, look at Him. thy butchered Lord, nm.
shrouded and CHASTITY as they flung Him from
the tree His wounds gaping for a ban lage.
Are there no hands to Gloss these eyesy Then
let the sun 90 out AMI there be midnight.
Howl, We 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 done,
Could He pay bigger price? Could lie
drink more bitter cup2 Could He plunge
into worst catastrophe And can you not
love Himg Groan again, blessed Jesus,
that they may feel Thy sacrificed Groan
again. Put the four fingers AMI the thumb
of Thy wounded hand upon them, that the
cash in the palm may strike their souls and
Thy warm life may bleed into them. Groan
again. o Jesus, and see if they will not feel.
Oh, what will you do with such Christ as
thatS You have got to do something with
Him this morning. What Will you do with
Jesuss Will YOU stay Him again by your
SIM Will you spit upon Him again? WIZ
YOU cruelty Him again? What will you 10
with Him who mas loved you with more than
a brothers love, more than a fathers love,
yea. more than mothers love, through all
these years. Oh, is it not enough to make
the hard heart of the rock break Jesus
Jesusl What shall We do with Thee,
[ have to say that the question will after
awhile change, and it will not be VIII shall
we do with Christ, but what Will Christ DO
with usl Ring all the bells OF eternity eI
the burning OF world. In that day what
do YOU think Christ will do with US? Why,
Christ will say. There is that man whom
| callei. There is that woman whose soul
importuued. But they would not any OF my
ways gave them innumerable opp )rtu'
mites of salvation They rejected them all,
Depart; [ never knew you" Blessed h
Col. that day has not come. Halt, ye des-
TIMES Of eternity, and give US one more
icbancs. One more chance, and this IS 1t.
Some travellers in the wilderness OF Aus.
tralia few years ago found the skeleton OF
n man and some of his garments, aud rusty
kettle on which the man had written OF
scratched with his finger nail these words
20 God, l am dying of thirst. My brain Il
ON fire. MY tongue is hot. Col help me II
the wilderness" Oh, how Suggestive OF thu
condition of those who die in tbs wilderness
of sin through thIrst We take hold OF then
today. We try to bring the cool water o
the rock to their lips. We say, "Ho ever.
one that thrstethw God, thy Father
awaits thee. Ministsring spirits who watcl
the ways of the soul bend now this momen
over this immortal auditory to sea what "
Will do with Jesus.