The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-09-02

him quake: and when he found how,
/ through Christ. he was pardOned and
I saved, he wrote TO friend, saying. Come
over and join us great and awful sinners
saved By the grace of Cod. You seem to
Z be only a slender sinner. and YOU don
much eNtol the mercy Of G@d, but we that
have been such very awful sinners praise
his grace the more now that We nave been
I redeemed Can IL be that you are so
desperately egotistical that you feel your
self in nrst-rate spiritual trim, and that
from the root of the hair TO the tip Of the
toe you are scarless and immaculate
What you need is a lOoking-glass and
here it is in the Bible. Poor and wretchSd
and miserable and blind and naked from
the crown Of the head 10 the sole of the
foot, fun OF wounds and purifying sores.
No health in us. And then take the fact
that Christ gathered up all the notes
against us and paid them. and then offered
us The receipt, And how much we need
him in our sorrows. We are independent
of circumstances If we have his grace.
Why. he made Paul sing in the dungeon,
and under that grace St John from dcS-
olate Patmos heard the blast of the apo
calyptic trumpets. After all other candles
have been snuffed out, this is the light
that gets brighter and brighter unto the
perfect day; and, after, under the hard
hoofs of calamity. all the pools OF worldly
enjoyment have been trampled into deep
Christian, from cups of granite lily
trimmed, puts out the thirst of his soul.
Again / remark, that Christ is chief in
dying alterations. I have not any sym
patty with the morbidity abroad about
our demise. The Emperor of Constanti-
nople arranged that on the day of his
coronation the stone mason should come
and consult him about the tombstone that
after awhile he would need. And there
are men who are monomaniacal on the
subject of departure from this life by
death, and the more they think Of 1t the
lass they are prepared to so. This is an
unmanlness not worthy of you, not
worthy Of me.
Saadin, the greatest conqueror of his
day while dying. ordered that the tunic
he had on him be carried after his death
on his spear at the head of his army,
and that then the soldier, ever and anon,
should stop and say: Behold all that is
left of Saladin. the emperor and conquer
or OF all the states he conquered, of all
the wealth he accumulated, nothing did he
retain but this shroud." l have no SYM
patty with such behavior, or such alb
surd demonstration, or with much that
we hear uttered in regard to departure
from this life to the next. There is
commonsensical idea on this subject that
you need to consider-there are only two
styles of departure. A thousand feet I'M
foreground, by light OF torch, toiling in
a miners shaft, a lodge of rock may fall
upon US, and we may die a miners
death. Far out at sea, falling from the
slippery rat-lines and broken on the hal
lizards. we may die a sailors death. on
mission of mercy in hospital amid brox-
en- bones and reeking leprosies and rag
ing feVers, we may die a philanthropist's
death. On the field of battle, serving
God and our country, slugs through the
heart, the gun-carriage may roll over US,
and we may die patriots death. But,
after all, there are only two styles of
departure-the death of the righteous and
the death of the wicked-and we all want
to die the former.
God grant that when that hour comes
YOU may be at home. You want the hand
of your kindred in your hand. You want
your children TO surround you. You want
the light on your pillow from eyes that
have long reflected your love. You want
your room still You do not
want any curious strangers stand
in around watching you. You
want your kindred from afar to hear
your last prayer. / think that is the wish
of all of us. But Is that all? Can earthly
friends hold us up when the pillows of
death come up to the girdle? Can hui
man voice charm open heavens gate?
Can human hand pilot us through the mar
nows of death into heavens harbor? Can
any earthly friendship shield us from the
arrows of death, and in the hour when sa-
tan shall practice upon us his
MOI Alas! poor soul, if that
is all. Better die in the wilderness, far
from tree shadow and from fountain,
alone vultures circling through the air
waiting for our body, unknown to men,
and to have no burial, if only Christ could
say through the solitudes, " / will never
leave thee, l will never forsake thee"
A., I'LL e n
soar heavenward, angels coming and GO
ing; and across the solitude and the bar
renness would come the sweet notes OF
heavenly minstrelsy.
Gordon Hall. far from home, dying in
door of a heather temple, said GLORY 10
thee, o Cod! What did dying Wllber-
force say to his wife2 Come and sit
beside me, and let US talk of heaven.
| never knew what happiness was until l
/ found Christ" What did dying Hannah
! More say? ITO go to heaven, think what
| that is! To go to Christ, who died that
| l might live! Oh glorious grave! on,
| what glorious thing it is to die! Oh, the
| love of Christ, the love of Christi" What
did Mr. Toplady, the great hymn-maker,
saw in his last hour? who can measure
| the depths of the third heaven! Oh, the
! sunshine that fills my soul! l shall soon
| be gone, for surely no one can live in this
world after such glories as God has mani
| 1eSteu TO my SOUL
What did the dying Janeway say? i
can as easily die as close my eyes or turn
my head in sleep. Before few hours
have passed l shall stand on Mount Zion
with the one hundred and forty and -four
/ thousand, and with the just men made
| perfect, and we shall ascribe riches, and
honor, and glory, and majesty, and domin-
| ion unto God and the Lamb" Dr. Taylor
condemned to burn at the stake, on his
| way thither broke away from the guards
4 men. and went bounding and leaping and
| jumping toward the fire, glad to go tc
| Jesus, and to die for him.
| Sir Charles Hare, in his last
! moments, had such rapturQus Wis
ion that he cried: Upward, upward, up
wardr' And so great was the peace of one
of Christ's disciples that he put his FIN
ger upon the pulse in his wrist and count
ed it and observed it.; and so great was his
placidity that after awhile he said,
"Stoppedr' and his life had ended here
to begin in heaven. But grander than that
was the testimony of the WORKOUT first
missionary, when, in the Mamertine dun
geon, he cried; Il am now ready to be Of
fered. and the time of my departure is at
hand; l have fought the good fight, have
finished my course, 1 have kept the faith;
/ heuppforth therp is laid nm for me- a crOvvn