The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-03-05

were going 70 achieve our national indie
deudence in 1850. as 70 speak of Christ as
though he We're going 10 achieve our sal
walton In the future. He did II In the
year of our Lord 80, eighteen hundred and
siXty-one years ago, on the field of BoTah,
the captain OF our salvation fighting unto
death Tor your and my emancipation. All
we have 90 do is 10 accept that fact iu our
heart Of hearts, and we are free for this
world, and we are free for the world To
come. BuJ, lest we might not accept.
Christ comes through here today, tray
cling in the greatness Of his strength, SO
not TO tell you that ne is going to fight
for you some battle in the future, but 20
tell you that the battle is already fought,
and the victory already won.
You have noticed that, when soldiers
come home from the war. they
carry on their flags the names of the
battle fields where they were distin-
guished. The EnPlishman coming back
has on his banner lnkermauu and Ealak-
lava; the F'rcuChman, Jena, and Eylau;
the German, Versailles and Sedan. And
Christ has on the banner he carries as con
querOr the names of ten thousand battle
fields he won for you and for me. He
rides past all our homes of bereavement
by the dOOr-bell Swathed in sorrow, by
the wardrobe black with woe, by the dis
mantled fortress of our strength. Come
out and greet him to-day, O, We people,
| See the names Of all the battle-pasSes on
| his flag Ye who are poor. read on this
! ensign the story of ChrIst's hard
crusts and pillowless head Ie
who are prosecuted, read here
| Of the rufiiaus who chased him from
| his first breath to his last. Mighty to
| soothe your troubles, mighty TO balk your
| calamities, mighty to tread down your
| foes, travelling iu the greatness of his
strength Though his horse be brown
with the dust OF the march. and the fet-
| locks be wet with the carnage. and the
| bit be red with the blood of your spir-
ual foes, he comes up now, not exhausted
from the battle, but fresh as when he
went into it--cOminE up from Bozrah
travelling in the greatness of his
strength"
You know that when Augustus. and
Constantine, and Trajan and Titus came
back from the wars, what a time there
was. You know they came on horseback
or in Chariots, and there were trophies
before and there We're captives behind,
and there were people shouting on all sides,
and there were garlands flung from the
window, and over the highway a
triumphal arch was sprung. The solid
masonry to-day at Beneveutum, Rimini
and Rome, still tell their admiration for
those heroes And shall we let our con
queror go without lifting any acclaim?
the carnage, white enough to celebrate
the victory, fragrant enough to breathe
the joyf Those men of whom Just spoke
dragged their victims at the chariot
wheels but Christ, our Lord, takes those
who once were captiveS and invites them
into his chariot to ride, while he puts
around them the arm of his strength,
saying, Il have loved thee with an ever
lasting love, and the waters shall not
drown it, and the fires shall not burn it,
aud eternity shall not exhaust it,"
II this be true, ] cannot see how any
man can carry his sorrows a great while
If this cOnqueror from Bozrah is going TO
beat back all your griefs, why not trust
him2 Oh do you not feel under this
gospel your griefs falling back, and your
tears drying up, as you hear the tramp of
the conQueror from BoEah. ira Yelling,
travelling, in the greatness of his
strength"
On that Friday which the Episcopal
church rightly celebrates, calling it
Good Friday your soul and mine were
contended for. On that day Jesus proved
himself mightier than earth and he'll: and
when the lances struck him, he gathered
them up into sheaf, as a reaper gathers
the grain, and he stacked them. Mount
ing the horse Of the Apocalypse, he rode
down through the ages, travelling in the
greatness of his strength On that day
your sin and mine persisted, if we viii
only believe it.
There may be some one here who NAV
say, Il don't like the color of this con
queror 5 garments. You tell me that his
garments were not only spattered with
the blood Of conflict, but also that they
were soaked, that they were
saturated, that they were dyed in it"
admit 1t. You say you do not like that.
Then quote TO you two passages of
scripture: Without the shedding of
blood there is no remission" In the
blood is the atonement.' But it was not
your blood. 1t was his own Not only
enough 10 redden his garments and TO
redden his horse, but enough to wash
away The sins of the world Oh the
blood on his brow, the blood on his hands,
the blood on his feet, the blood on his
side! 1t seems as if an artery must have
been cut.
There is a fountain filed with blood
Drawn from Emmanuels veins,
And sinners plunged beneath that food
Lose all their guilty stains.
At two o'clock tomorrow afternoon
go among the places of business or toll. 1t
will be no difficult thing for you to find
men who, by their looks. show you that
they are Overworked. They are prema-
turely old. They are Fastening rapidly
toward their decease. They have gone
through crisis in business that shattered
their nervous system, and pulled on the
brain. They Nave a shortness of breath,
and pain IN the back of the head and at
night an insomnia that alarms them Why
are they drudging at business early and
late! For fuuE No; it would be difficult
to extract any amusement out Of that ey-
hausuon. Because they are avaricious?
In many cases no. Because their own per-
sonal expenses are lavishl No a few hun
dred dollars would meet all their wants
The simple fact is, the man is endur-
ing all that fatigue and evaporation and
wear and tear, to keep his home prosper
Gus. There is an invisible line reaching
from that store, from that bank from that
shop, from that scaffolding, to a Quiet
scene a few blocks, a few miles
away, and there is the secret Of that bust
ness endurance. He is simply the cham
pion of homestead, for which he wins
bread, and wardrobe and education. and
prosperity and in such battle ten thousand
men fall. OF ten business men whom
bury, nine die of overwork for others.
Some sudden disease finds them with no
power OF resistance, and they are gone.
Life for life. Blood for blood. Substitu-
ton.
At one o'clock tomorrow morning. the
hour when slumber is most uninterrupted
and most profound, walk amid the dwell
L. T