The Globe-republican., 1894-03-09

up now. No; He must do this work
alone-alOne He is dying. Feel for
yourself on the wrist: the pulse is fee
bier. Feel under the arm: the warmth
is less. He is dying Av. they pro-
| nounce Him dead And just at that
moment that they pronounced Him
dead He rallied. and from His
| wounds He unsheathed a weapon
which staggered the Roman le-
gions down the hill and hurled the
satanic battalions into the pit 1t was
weapon of love-infinite love, all-con-
quering love. Mightier than javelin or
spear. it triumphed over all Put back,
We armies of earth and hell! The tide
of battle turns Jesus hath overcome.
Let the people stand apart and make a
| line, that He may pass down from CAL
vary to Jerusalem. and thence on and
out all around the world. The battle
is fought. The victory is achieved. The
triumphal march is begun. Hark to
the hoofs of the warriors steed, and
| the tramping of great multitude! for
He has many friends now. The hero of
earth and Heaven advances. Cheer!
Cheer! 'Who is this that cometh from
Edom, with dyed garments from Boz
rah, travelling in the greatness of His
strength"
We behold here a new revelation of a
blessed and startling fact People
to do something grand for us after
awhile. He has done it. People talk
as though. ten or twenty years from
| now. in the closing hours of our life,
or in some terrible pass of life, Jesus
will help us. He has done it already.
He did it 1861 years ago. You might
as well talk of Washington as though
he were going to achieve our national
Independence in 1859 as to speak of
Christ as though He were going to
achieve our salvation in the future.
He did it in the year of our Lord SO,
1861 years ago, on the field of Bazrah,
the Captain of orr salvation fighting
unto death for your and my emancipa-
ton. All we have to do is to accept
that fact in our heart of hearts. and
we are free for this world and we are
free for the world to come. But, lest
we might not accept, Christ comes
through here to-day, ''traveling in the
greatness of His strength" not to tell
you that He is going to fight for you
some battle in the future. but to tell
you that the battle is already fought,
| and the victory already won.
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 were
people shouting on all sides, and there
were garlands flung from the win
dow. and over the highway a triumph
al arch was sprung. The solid ma
sonry to-day at Beneventum, Rimini
and Rome still tell their admiration
for those heroes. And shall we let our
Conqueror go without lifting any ac-
claim? Have we not flowers red
enough to depict the carnage, white
enough to celebrate the victory, fra
grant enough to breathe the joy?
Those men of whom l just spoke
dragged their victims at the chariot
wheels; but Christ, our Lord, takes
those who once were captives and in
vites them into His chariot to ride,
while He puts around them the arm of
His strength, saying: Il have loved
thee with an everlasting love, and the
waters shall not drown it, and the fires
shall not burn it, and eternity shall
not exhaust it.
al, h. T how
man can carry his sorrows great
while. If this Conqueror from Bozrah
is going to beat back all your griefs,
why not trust Him?
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 hell; and when the lances
struck Him, he gathered them up into
sheaf. as a reaper gathers the grain,
and He sta ked them. Mounting 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
will only believe it.
There may be some one here who may
say: 81 don't like the color of this Con-
queror's garments You tell me that
His garments were not only spattered
with blood of conflict. but also that
they were soaked, that they were sat
urated. that they were dyed in it." l
admit it You say you do not like that
Then 1 quote to you two passages of
Scr pture: without the shedding of
blood there is no remission" I'm the
blood is the atonement" But it was
not your blood. 1t was His own. Not
only enough to redien His garments
and to redden His horse. but enou III
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
Tnere is . foun ain Il ed blood
Drawn from Emmlnuers veins
And sinners plunged beneath that food
Lose all their guilt stains
At o'clock Tomorrow mOrninc the