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

limbs, and hoisted the pillars OF heaven,
and swung the twelve gates which
are twelve pearls There are not
enough cups in heaven to dip up this
ocean of beauty. There are not lad
ders enough to scale this height of
love. There are not enough cymbals to
clap, or harps TO thrum, or trumpets
to peal forth the praises of this one al
together fair, Oh, thou fower.of eter-
nifty, thy breath is the perfume of
heavenl Oh, blissful daybreak, let all
pc pile clap their hands in thy radi-
ance! Chorus! Come, men, and saints,
and cherubim, and seraphim, and arch
angel-all heights, all depths, all inn
mensitieS Chorus! Roll him through
the heavens in chariot of universal
acclaim, over bridges of hosannas, I'M
der arches of coronation, along by the
great towers Ginning with eternal jul
bilee. Chorus! Unto him who hath
loved us, and washed us from our sins
in his own blood, to him be glory, world
without endl"
have word of five letters, but no
sheet white enough on which to write
it, and no pen good enough on which
to inscribe it. Give me the fairest leaf
from the heavenly records-give me the
pencil with which the angel records his
victory - and then, with my hand
strung to supernatural ecstasy, and my
pen dipped in the light of the morning,
l will write it out in capitals of love:
'J-E-S-U-S." 1t is this One, infinitely
fair, to whom you are invited. Christ
is waiting for you; waiting as ban
queter waits for the delayed guest
the meats smoking, the beal1ers brim-
ming, the minstrels with fingers on
the stiff string, waiting for the clash
of the hoofs at the gateway. Waiting
for you as mother waits for her SON
who went off ten years ago, dragging
her bleeding heart along with him.
Waiting o! give me comparison in
tense enough, hot enough, importunate
enough to express my meaning-some-
thing high as heaven, and deep as hell,
and long as eternity. Not hoping that
you can help me with such COMPARE
SON l will say: "He is waiting as only
the all-sympathetic Christ can wait
for the coming back of lost soul"
Come, and welcome, sinner; come.
Again, the Holy Spirit is ready. Why
is it that so many sermons drop dead
that Christian songs do not get their
wing under the people-that so often
prayer goes no higher than hunters
''holloa?" 1t is because there is link
wanting-the work of the Holy Spirit
Unless that Spirit give graphing hooks
to sermon, and lift the prayer, and
watt the song, everything is a dead
failure That Spirit is willing to come
at our call and lead you to eternal
life, or ready to come with the same
power with which he endorsed Saul
on the Damascus turnpike, and broke
down Lydia in her fine store, and lifted
the three thousand from midnight into
midnoon at the Pentecost With that
power the Spirit of God now beats
at the gate of your soul Have you
not noticed what homely and insight
ticant fundamentally the Spirit of
God employs for mans conversion?
There was man on a Hudson river
boat to whom tract was offered.
With indignation he tore it up and
threw it overheard. But one frag-
ment lodged on his coatsleeve, and he
saw on it the word eternity" and he
found no peace until he was prepared
for that great future. Do you know
what passage it was that caused Mar
tin Luther to see the truth? 1.-THE
just shall live by faith" Do you know
there is one-just one-passage that
brought Augustine from n life of dis
sipation? Put We on the Lord Jesus
Christ, ard make no provision for the
flesh to fulfill the lusts thereof"
1t was just one passage that con-
verted Hedley Wears, the great
soldier, to Christ: THE blood of Jesus
Christ cleanseth from all sim" Do you
know that the Holy Spirit used one
passage of scripture to save Jonathan
Edwards? Now, unto the king, eter-
nal, immortal, invisible, the only wise
God, our Savior, be glory" One year
ago on Thanksgiving day 1 read for
my text: 80 give thanks unto the
Lord, for he is good; for his mercy en-
dureth forever" And there is a young
man in the house to whose heart the
Holy Spirit took that text for his eter-
nal redemption. l might speak of my
own case. will tell you was brought
to the peace of the gospel through the
Syro-Phenician woman's cry to Christ:
Even the dogs eat of the crumbs that
fall from the masters table"
Do you know that the Holy Spirit al
most always uses insignificant meansP
Eloquent sermons never save anybody;
metaphysical sermons never save any
body; philosophical sermons never
save anybody. But the minister comes
some Sabbath to his pulpit, worn out
with engagements and the jangling of
frenzied door bell; ne has only text
and two or three ideas, but he says:
20, Lord, help me. Here are good
many people may never meet again.
1 have not much to say. Speak thou
through my poor lips" and before the
service is done there are fearful eyes
and solemnity like the Judgment
The great French orator, when
the dead king lay before him,
looked up and cried: God only
| is great" and the triumph of