The free press., 1894-02-15

the angel sent to you would shout upward,
| sHe is comingp' and the angel posing
higher m the air would shout 1t upward,
| 'fHe is coming ~ and ii would run all up the
| line of light from wing to wing and from
trumpet to trumpet until 1t itreached the gate,
and then it would flash to 'the house OF
MANY mansions, and 1t would find out your
| kindred there and before your tears OF re-
petenance had been wiped from the cheek
and before you had finished your first PRAYER
your kindred in glory would know OF IT.,
| and another heaven would be added to their
Joy. and they would cry "My prayeH Sre
answered another loved one saved. GIVE
me harp with which to strike the Joy.
Saved Saved Saved y
If have shown you that "all things are
ready that Christ is ready, that the Holy
| Spirit is ready, that the church IS ready,
elorifed hundred are ready, then
with all the concentrated emphasis of my
| soul ask you if you are ready? You see my
subject throws the whole responsibility upon
| yourself. III you do not get into the Kings
| banquet it is because you do not accept the
| invitation. You have the most importunate
| invitation. Two arms stretched down from
| the cross soaked in blood from elbow to
finger tip. two lips quivering in mortal an
Guish. two eyes beaming with infinite love,
saying. "Come, come, fer all things are now
ready"
told you that when the Queen came to
Kenilworth Castle they stopped all the clocks,
that the finger of time might be pointed to
that happy moment OF her arrival. Oh, If
the King would come to the castle of your
soul. you might well afford to stop all the
clocks that the hands might forever pointto
this moment as the one most bright, most
blessed, most tremendous Now, | wish L
could go around from circle to circle and in
vite every one of you, according to the lnvl-
fatiOn of my text. saving, 'COfne
| would like to take every one of you by the
hand and saw. Gomez Old man. who has
been wandering sixty or seventy years, thy
sun has almost gone down. Through the
dust of the evening stretch out your withered
hand to Christ. He will not cast thee of,
old man. Oh. that one tear of repentance
might trickle down thy wrinkled cheek At
ter Christ has fed thee all thy life long, do
you not think you can afford to speak one
word in His praise?
Come those OF you who are farthest away
from God Drunkard, Christ can put out
the fire Of thy thirst. He can break that
shackle. He can restore thy blasted home.
Go TO Jesus, libertine! Christ saw thee
where thou vert last night He knows of
thy sin. Yet if thou wilt bring thy polluted
soul to Him this moment He Will throw over
it the mantle of His pardon and love. Mercy
for thee, oh. thou chief of sinners Harlot,
thy feet foul with hell and thy laughter the
horror of the street Oh, Mary Magdalene,
look to Jesus! Mercy for thee, poor lost
waif OF the street! Self-righteous man, thou
must be born again, or thou canst not see
the kingdom of God
Do you think you can get into the feast
with those rags? Why, the Kings servant
would tear them off and leave you naked at
the gate. You must be born again. The
day i8 far spent The cliffs begin to slide
their long shadows across the plain. Do you
know the feast has already begun-the feast
to which YOU were invited-and the King
sits with His hand on the door of the ban
quoting room. and He begins to swing it
shut? 1t is half way shut 1t is three
fourths shut. 1t is only just ajar. Soon it
will be shut.
"Cone, for all things are now ready"
Have / missed one man? Who has not felt
himself called this hour? Then L call him
now. This is the hour of thy redemption.
While God invites how best the day;
How sweet the gospels charming sound
Come sinner haste, oh, haste away,
While yet pardonng God is found.