The Monitor-register., 1896-08-21

his clearance. Count all the drops Of
my tears. Count all the drops of my
blood. By the humiliation of Bethle-
hem, by the sweat Of G~ethsemane, by
n sufferlngs of the cross, I demand
that he go free. On this arm he hath
leaned; to this heart he hath flown; in
my tears he hath washed; on my right
eousness he hath depended. Let him 90
Tree. l am the ransom. Let him escape
h lash l took the scourgings. Let the
cup pass from him; l drank it to the
dregs. Put on him the crown of life. for
L have worn the crown of thorns. Over
against my throne Of shame set his
throne of triumph!''
The Judgment.
Well, the counsel on both sides have
spoken, and there is only one more
thing now remaining, and that is the
awarding of the Judgment. If you have
even beer ~ a courtroom, you know the
silence and solemnity when the verdict
is ABOUT to be rendered OF the Judgment
about to be given. About this soul OIL
rlsI-shal it be saved or shall it be
lost! Attention, above, around, beneathl
All the universe cries, "Hear, hear!''
Ihe Judge rises and gives this de-
clslon, never to be changed, never to be
revoked: There is, therefore, now no
condemnation to them who are in
Christ Jesus"
The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose
l will not, I will not, desert to his foes.
That soul, though all hell should endeavor to
shake,
III never: no, never; no, never, forsake.
But, my friends, there is coming a
day OF trial in which not only the saint,
but he sinner, must appear. That day
OF trial will come very suddenly. The
farmer Will be at the pillow, the mer-
chant will be in the counting ROOM, the
woodman will be ringing his ak on the
hlckories, the weaver will have his foot
on the treadle, the manufacturer will
be walking amid the buzz of looms and
the clack of flying machinery, the coun-
sci may be at the bar pleading the law,
the minister may be in the pulpit plead
ing the gospel, the drunkard may be
reeling amid his cups and the blasphem-
er with the oath caught between his
teeth.
10! The sun hides. Night comes
down at midnoon. The stars appear at
noon today. The earth shudders and
throbs. There an earthquake opens, and
a city sinks as a crocodile would crunch
a child. Mountains roll in their sockets
and send down their granite cliffs in
avalanche of rock. Rivers pause in their
chase for the sea, and ocean, appearing,
cries to flying Alps and Rimalaya.
Beasts below and moan and snuff up
the darkness Clouds fly like 1ocks of
swift eagles. Great thunders beat and
boom and burst. Stars shoot and fall.
The Almighty, rising on his throne, de-
clares h a time shall be no longer, and
the archangel's trump repeats it till all
the living hear and the continents of
dead spring to their feet, crying, Cline
shall be no longer!' Oh, on that day
will you be ready?
l have shown you how well the Chris
tian will get off in his trial. Will you
get off as well in your trial? Will Christ
plead on your side OF against you? Oh,
what will you do in the last great assize
If your conscience is against you, and
the world is against you, and the angels
OF heaven are against you, and the Holy
Spirit is against you, and the Lord God
Almighty is against you? Better this
day secure an Advocate.