Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1892-07-07

ment when we rush into his presence
and with uplifted hands and streaming
Dyes and heart bounding with rapture
we cry out, ''This Is Jesusp'
All over glorious Is my Lord,
He must DO loved and yet adored; #.
HE worth, IL all the nations know, .
Su H7tho whole eartllwould love him too.
y ,rHE sUpIIME a%AoRlFICE.
Has he not done enough to win our
affections? Pete' tho Great, laying aside
royal authority, went down among the
ship carpenters to help them, but Russia
got the chief. advantage Of that conde-
%sscension. 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 tho chief advantage Of that
ministry. But when Christ ONE ii Is
for you and me. The sacrifice for you
and me. Tho tears for you and me. The
crucifixion for you and ME.
If l were hopelessly In debt and some
ono nh and paid my debts, and guve
mo n receipt IN full, and called off the
pack of bounding creditors; if / were On
a laundering ship, and you came in a
lifeboat and took mo off, could l ever
forget your kindnoss2 Would / ever
allow an opportunity to pass without
rendering you q service or attesting my
gratitude and lover Oh, how ought we
to feel toward Christ, who plunged into
the depth Of our sin and plucked us outl
Oughtit not to set tho very best emotions
Of u heart into tho warmest, aye, q red
hot glow The story IL 30 old that peo-
pie almost get asleep when they are
hearing It,. And yet thore he hangs
Jesus the man, Jesus the God.
Was there anything before or since,
anything to be compared to this spec
tacle Of generosity and woe? Did heart
strings ever snap with n worse torture?
Were tears over charged with q heavier
grief2 Did blood ever gush, in each glob-
ule tho price of a soul2 The wave of
earthly malice dashed its bloody foam
against II 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
oil the hosts of darkness with cleaning
lances rampages through his holy soul.
Oh, see the dethronement Of heavens
kingl tho conqueror fallen from the
white horsel the massacre Of o God!
Weep, ye who have tears, over the lone
Illness of his exile and the horrors of his
darkness. Christ sacrificed on tho funeral
pyre Of q worlds transgression; tho
good for tho bad, tho great for tho
mean; tho infinite for tho finite, tho
God for tho man. Oh, If there be in all
this audience one person untouched by
this story of tho Saviour's lovo, show me
where he is hat l may mark tho 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,
my all JcsusI JesusI'
HE HAS DONE ENOUGH.
Oh, can you not love him2 Do O
want MORO OF his tears2 Why, he has
shed them all for you. He has no more.
DO you want more Of his blood? His
arteries were omptied dry, and tho iron
band Of agony could press ont nothing
more. Would you put him to worse ex-
cruciation2 Then drive another nail
into his hand, and plunge another spear
into his side, and twist another thorn
iiito ITO Sbo"hJ uilu ltSll ntll Wlln an
other flame of Internal torture. mo"
says some ono; ''atop! Btopl he shall not
be smitten again. Enough the tears.
Enough the blood. Enough the torture.
Enough tho 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 n bandage. Are there no hands to
close these eyes2 Then lot tho sun go
out and there DO midnight. Howl, 70
winds, and howl, go seas, for your Lord
Is dead. Oh, what more could he have
done for you and for mo than no has
done5 Could no pay u bigger price?
Could he drink IL u,ore hittor cup2 Coui,i
he plunge n Il worse catastrophe2 And
can You not love him2 Groan again, O
blessed Jesus, that they may feel thy
sacrffcel Groan again. Put the four
fingers and the thumb Of thy wounded
hand upon Thorn, that tho cash in tho
palm may strike their soul and thy
warm life may bleed into them. Groan
again, o Jesns, and SEQ II they will not
feel.
oh. what will You do with such n
Christ rs that2 You have got to do
something with him this morning.
What will you do with Jesus2 WIN o
Stay him again by your sin2 Will you
spit upon him AGAIN. Will you cruelty
him AGAIN. What will you do with him
who has loved you with more than q
brothers love, moro than a fathers love,
yea, moro than n mothers love, through
al these years. Oh, is It not enough To
make the hard heart Of tho rock breakf
Josusl Jesnsl What shall we do with
theef ..
II SOULS T. CIIANCS,
/ have to say that tho question will af.
tor awhile change, and it viii not be
what shall we do with Christ, but what
will Christ do with us2 Ring all tho
bells OF eternity at tho burning of a
world. In that day what do you think
Christ Will do with us2 Why, Christ
will say: "rhore Is that man whom |
called. There is that woman whose soul
l tmportuned. But they would not II
OK my ways. [ gave them innumerablo
opportunities Of salvation. They reject
cd them all. Depart; l never know
you Blessed be God, tnat day has
not como. Halt, yo destinies OF eter.
nifty, and give us n more chance. Ono
moro chance, and this Ia 1t.
Some travellers In the wilderness of
Australia o few years ago found tho
ekeloton Of q ma and some Of his gar
ments, and q rusty kettle on which tho
man had written or scratched with his
finger nail those words: 30 God, / am
dying Of thirst. My brain Is on fire.
My tongue is hot. God help mo In tho
Wilderness" Oh, how suggestive OF tho
condition OF those who dio I'm the wilder.
ness Of Gin through thirst We take
hold Of them today. We try to bring
h cool water of the rock TO their lina,
we - seq "L1te Hgee:;yr os3 that t.;.7St5ti p