The Yale expositor., 1894-11-16


found the Lord i have never had any
pain except SIM" Then they said to
him: would you like to send mes
sage TO your friends?" Yes, | would;
tell them that only last night the love
of Jesus came rushing into my soul
like the surges of the sea, and had to
cry out, stop, Lord; 1t is enough!
Stop, Lord-enoughr Oh, the joys of
this Christian religioHl
Just pass over from those tame joys
in which you are indulging-joys of
this world-into the raptures of the
gospel. The world can not satisfy you;
you have found out-Alexander, long
ing for other worlds to conquer, and
yet drowned in his own bottle; Byron,
whipped by disquietudcs around the
world; Voltairc, cursing his own soul
while all the streets of Paris were APP
plauding him; Henry H., consuming
with hatred against poor Thomas
a-Becket-all illustrations of the fact
, that this world can not rake a man
! happy. The very man who poisoned
the pommel of the saddle on which
Queen Elizabeth rode, shouted in the
street, "God save the queen" One
moment the world applauds, and the
next moment the world mathematics.
Oh, come over into this greater joy,
this sublime solace, this magnificent
beatitude. The night after the battle
of Shiloh, there were thousands of
wounded on the field, and the ambu-
| lances had not come, one Christian
soldier, lying there dying under the
starlight, began TO sing:
There is a land Of pure delight,
| And when he came to the next line
there were scores of voices uniting:
Where saints immortal reign.
! The song was caught up all over the
| field among the wounded, until it was
said there were at least ten thousand
wounded men uniting their voices as
they came to the verse:
There everlasting spring abides,
And never whitening flowers;
| Death like a narrow stream divides,
That heavenly land from ours.
Oh, it is a great religion to live by,
and it is n great religion to die by.
There is only one heart throb between
you and that religion this moment.
Just look into the face of your pardon
ing God, and surrender yourself for
time and for eternity, and he is yours,
and heaven is yours, and all is yours.
Some of you, like the young man OF
the text, have gone far astray. Iknow
not the history, but you know it-you
know it.
When a young man went forth into
life, the legend says, his guardian angel
went forth with him. and getting him
snto field, the guardian angel swept
circle clear around where the young
man stood. 1t was a circle of virtue
and honor, and he must step beyond
that circle. Armed foes came down
but were obliged to halt at the circle
they could not pass. But one day
temptress, with diamonded hand
stretched forth and crossed that circle
with the hand, and the tempted SOU
took it, and by that one fell grip was
brought beyond the circle, and died
Some of you have stepped beyond tna'
circle. Would you not like this day, by
the grace of God, to step back? This
say to you, is your hour of salvation
There was in the closing hours o
Queen Anne what is called the clocl
scene. Flat down on the pillow
. in helpless sickness, she coulC
not move her head or move he
, hand. She was waiting for tn
: hour when the ministers of state SHOULD
, gather in angry contest; and worried
/ and worn out by the coming hour, AM
in momentary absence of the nurse, il
the power-the strange power whic
: delirium sometimes gives one-sh
2 arose and stood in front of the clock
4 and stood there watching the cloc
i when the nurse returned. The nurs
said, "Do you see anything peculia
I about that clock?" She made n
e answer, but soon died. There is
y clock scene in every history. If som
S of you would rise from the bed {
i lethargy and come out of your deliriui
q of sin, and look on the clock of you
i destiny this moment, you would sc
e and hear something you have not see
d or heard before, and every tick of I'll
[" minute, and every stroke of the hou
O and every swing of the pendulum
II would say: Now, now, now, now
a Oh, come home to your Fathers hous
e Come home, oh, prodigal, from I'll
t; wilderness. Come home, come HON
d You remember reading the story
e n king, who on some great day of fc
% tivity scattered silver and gold anon
IF the people, who sent valuable presen
Is to his courtiers; but methinks when
&c soul comes back, God is SO glad that
is express his JOY he filings out ne
worlds into space, kindles up ne
n suns, and rolls among the white ROBE
;s anthems Of the redeemed great
;s halleluiah, while with voice tn
ar reverberates among the mountains
PC frankincense and is echoed back fro
is the everlasting gates, he cries: 9TH
81 my son, was dead and is alive again
in At the opening of the exposition
h. New Orleans, saw a Mexican huti:
@. and he played the solo, and then ate
ed ward the eight or ten bands of mus
xe accompanied b. the great organ, car
m in: but the sound of that one flute
nj compared with all the orchestra, W
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