Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1894-02-02

be added to their joy, and they would
cry: my prayers are answered;
another loved one saved. Give me a
harp with which to strike the joy.
Savedl saved savedP'
If have shown you that "all things
are ready" that Christ is ready, that
the Holy Spirit is ready, that the
church is ready, that the angels in
glory are ready, that your glorified
kindred are ready, then with all
the concentrated emphasis of my
soul, ask you if you are ready? You
see my subject throws the whole re-
sponsibility upon yourself. If you do
not get in to the Kings banquet, it is
because you do not accept the invita-
| ton. You have the most importunate
invitation. Two arms stretched down
from the cross, soaked in blood from
elbow to finger-tip; two lips quiverlng
In mortal anguish; two eyes beaming
with infinite love, saying: "Come, come,
for all things are now ready"
/ told you that when the queen came
to Kenilworth castle, they stopped all
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might be pointed to that happy moment
of her arrival. Obi if the King would
come to the castle of your soul, you
might we'll afford to stop all the
clocks, that the hands might forever
point to this moment as the one most
bright, most blessed, most tremendous.
Now, wish l could go around from
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you, according to the invitation of my
text, saying: 'Come!" / would like to
take every one of you by the hand,
and say: Gomez Old man, who hast
been wandering sixty or seventy years,
thy sun almost gone down, through the
dust of the evening stretch out your
withered hand to Christ He will not
cast thee Off old man. Oh! that one
tear of repentance might triclSle down
thy wrinkled cheek After 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. Drunkardl Christ
can put out the fire of thy thirst He
can break that shackle. He can re-
store thy blasted home. Go to Jesus.
Libertine! Christ saw thee where thou
vert last night He knows of thy sin.
Yet il 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, o! thou chief OF
sinners. Harlot! thy feet foul with
hell, and thy laughter the horror OF
the street-oh, Mary Magdalen-lool
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 of
and leave you naked at the gate. You
must be born again. The day is 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 guests, and the
servant stands with his hand on the
door of the banqueting room, and he
begins TO swing it shut 1t is half
way shut. 1t is three-fourths shut II
is only just aiar. Soon it will be shut
Come, for all things are now ready
Have ! missed one man? Who has not
felt himself called tE.s hour? Then
call him now. This is the hour of thy
redemption.
While God invites, how blest the day,
How sweet the Gospels charming sound
Come sinner, haste, oh, haste away,
While yet pardoning God is found.