The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-01-04

and part Gods" Then the examiner
asked: What part did you do, Sammy"
and the answer was: Il opposed God all
could. and he did the restr oh, the
hight of it, the depth of it, the length of
it, the breadth of it, the grace of God!
Mr.. Fletcher having written pamphlet
that pleased the king. the king offered to
compensate him, and Fletcher answered
There is only one thing ] want, and that
is more grace" Yes, my blood-bought
hearers, grace to live by and grace to die
by. Grace that saved the publican, that
saved Lydia, that saved the dying thief
that saved the jailer, that saved me. But
the riches Of that grace will not be fully
understood until heaven breaks in upon
the soul. An old ScOtchman, who had
been soldier IN one of the European
wars, was sick and dying in one of our
American hospitals. His one desire was to
see Scotland and his old home, and once
again walk the heather of the Highlands
and hear the baspipes of the ScOth regi-
ments The night that the old Scotch sol
der died, a young man, somewhat reck-
less but knid-hearted, got a company of
musicians to come and play under the
old soldiers window, and among the i'm
struments there was a bagpipe. The in
slant that the musicians began the dying
old man in delirium said: whats that?
What's that? Why, it's the regiments
coming home. That's the tune, yes, that's
the tune Thank God, l have got home
once more!' Bonnie Scotland and Bon
ME Doon!" were the last words he utter
ed as he passed up to the Highlands of the
better country. And there are here nun
dreds homesick for heaven, some because
you have so many bereavements. some
because you have SO many temptations
some because you have so many ailments
-homesick, very homesick, for the father
land of heaven, and the music that you
want to hear now is the song of free
ora md Ea
hear when you die is free grace, and for
ever before the throne of God you will
sing of the grace of our Lord Jesus
Christ, who, though he was rich, for your
sakes became poorr
Yes, yes; for your salxes, It was not on
a pleasure excursion that he came, for it
was all pain 1t was not on an astronom-
ical exploration, for he knew this world
as well before he alighted as afterward
1t was not because he was compelled to
come, for he volunteered 1t was not be-
cause it was easy, for he knew that it
would be thorn. and spike, and hunger
and thirst, and vociferation of angry
mobs. For your sakesr To wipe away
your tears, to forgive your wrongdoing
to companionship your loneliness, to
soothe your sorrows, to sit with you by
the new-made grave, to bind up your
wounds in the ugly battle with the world
and bring you home at last, kindling up
the mists that fall on your dying vision
with the sunlight of a glorious morn. For
your sakes!" No; I will change that. Paul
will not care and Christ will not care if
| change it, for must get into the bless
edness of the text myself and so | say:
For our sakes!" For we all have our
temptations and bereavements, and con-
ficts. For our sakesl We who deserve for
our sins to be eXpatriated into a world
as much poorer than this, than this earth
is poorer than heaven. For our sal1es! But
frfer f,.I H.
us gloriously up
When Artaxerxes was hunting Treba-
Gus who was attending him, showed the
king rent in his garments; the king
said: How shall | mend itY' by giving
1t to me-" said Tirebazus. Then the king
gave him the robe but commanded him
never to wear it, as it would be inappro-
pirate. But see the startling and comfort
ing fact, while our Prince throws off the
robe, He not only allows us to wear it,
| but commands us to wear it, and it will
become us well, and for the poverties of
our spiritual state we may put on the
spendors of heavenly regalement. For
our sakes! oh, the personality of this re-
| ligioni Not an abstraction, not an arch
under which we walk to behold elaborate
masonry, not an ice castle like that which
the Empress Elizabeth of Russia, over a
hundred years ago, ordered to be con-
structed. Winter with its trowel of crys-
tails cementing the huge blocks that had
been quarried from the frozen rivers of
the north but our Fathers house with
the wide hearth cracking a hearty wei
come. A religion of warmth and inspira-
ton, and light, and cheer; something we
can take into our hearts, and homes, and
business, recreations, and joys. and sor-
rows. Not an unmanageable gift like the
! galley presented to Ptolemy, which re-
quired four thousand men to row, and its
draught of water was so great that it
| could not come near the shore but some
thing you can run up any stream of an
noyance however shallow. Enrichment
now, enrichment forever