The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1894-11-02

tell about ID. The love of Christi Do
not talk to me about mountain; it is
higher than that. Do not talk TO me
about sea; ii is deeper than that
An artist In his dreams saw such a
splendid dream Of the TRANSPORTATION of
Christ that he awoke and seized his
pencil and said, Let me paint this and
die. Oh. l have seen the glories of
Christ have beheld something of the
beauty of that great sacrifice on Calva'
ry, and have sometimes felt would
be willing to give anything if might
just sketch before you the wonders Of
that sacrifice, l would like to do it
while l live, and would like to do it
when l die, Let me paint this ard
die. f" He comes along, weary and worn,
his face wet with tears, his brow Grim
SON with blood, AID he lies down ON
Calvary for you No, l mistake. Moth.
ing was as comfortable us that. A stone
ON Calvary woald have made soft pill
low for the dying head of Christ. Moth
ing so comfortable rs that. He does not
lie down to die; he stands up to die,
his spiked hands outspread as if to en-
brace world. Oh, what q hard end for
those feet that had travelled all over Ju
daa on ministries of mercy! What
hard end for those hands that had wiped
away tears and bound up broken hearts
Very hard, o dying Lamb of God, and
yet there are those who know it and
who do not love thee. They say; "What
is all that to mel What if he does weep
and groan and die? don't want him.
Lord Jesus Christ, they will not help
thee down from the crossl The soldiers
will come and they will tear thee down
from the cross and put their arms
around thee and lower thee into the
tomb, but they will not help. They see
nothing to move them. Oh, dying Christ,
turn on them thine eyes Of affection
now and see if they will not change
their minds
saw one hanging on tree
In are,.y ars1 blood
Who fixed his languid eyes on me
As EcGr his cross stood.
Oh, never till my latest breath
Win forget that lookl
Though not n word he spoke.
And that is all for you! Oh, can you
not love him? Come around this laver,
old and young. 1t is SO FURNISHED you
can see your sins and so deep you can
wash them all away O mourner, here
battle your bruised soul, and, sick one,
here cool your hot temples in this laverI
Peace! Do not cry any more, dear SOUL
Pardon for all thy sins, comfort for all
thy affections. The black cloud that
hung laundering over Sinai has floated
above Calvary and burst into the show
er of Saviour's tears.
saw i'll Kensington Garden picture
of Waterloo good while after the bat
tie had passed and the grass had grown
all over the field. There was dis
mounted cannon, and lamb had come
up from the pasture and lay sleeping in
the mouth Of that cannon. So the artist
had represented it-a most suggestive
thing. Then l thought how the war be-
tween God and the soul had ended, and
instead of the announcement, "The
wages of sin is death, " there came the
words, my peace I give unto thee, 3"
and amid the batteries of the law that
had once quaked with the fiery hail Of
death | bebeld the Lamb of God, which
taketh away the sin of the world.
went to Jesus as was,
Weary and worn and sad.
found in him resting place,
And he has made me glad.