The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1898-05-30
Dr.. Dewitt Talmage Illustrated An Old
Testament Scene.
Sins That Only Blood Can Remove--Glori-
Gus Freedom of Purified Soul--What
We Are Taught by the Birds of An
Gent Sacrifice.

that African We cannot buy our own de-.
liveranoe. The voices Of death are bidding
for us, and they bid us In, and they bid US
down. But the Lord Jesus Christ comes
and says: ~ will buy that man. bid for
him my Ip alehem manger. bid for
him my hui. ger on the mountain. bid
for him my aching head. bid for him
my fainting heart bid for him all my
wounds" A voice from the throne Of
God says: at is enoughl Jesus has bought
him." Bought with price. The pur-
chase complete. 1t Is done.
The great TRANSACTIONS done.
am my Lords and be Is mine.
He drew me, and foltFed on,
Charmed to confess III voice divine.
Why, is not q man free when he gets rid
Of his sinsp The sins Of the tongue gone,
the sins Of action gone, the sins Of the
mind gone. All the transgressions Of 80,
40, 80, 70 years gone-no more in the soul
than the malaria that hoated in the atmos-
phere thousand years ago, for when my
Lord Jesus pardons man he pardons him,
and there Is no halfway work about it.
Here I $50 beggar going along the
turnpike road. He is worn out with dis
ease. He is stiff In the joints. He Is ulcer
cd all over He has rheum in his eyes. He
is sick and wasted. He Is in rags Every
time he puts down his swollen feet he
cries, "Oh, tho painr' He sees fountain
| by the roadside under q tree, and he crawls
| up to that fountain and says: II must
wash Here 1 may cool my ulcers. Here
may get rested" He stoops down and
scoops up in the palm Of his hands enough
water to slake his thirst, and that is all
gone. Then he stoops down. and begins to
wash his eyes, and tho rheum Is all gone.
Then he puts In his swollen feet, and the
swelling is gone. Then, willing no longer
to be only half cured, he plunges in, and
his whole body Is laved In the stream, and
he gets upon the bank well. Meantime
the owner Of the manson up yonder comes
down, walking through the ravine with
his only son, and he secs the bundle Of
rags and asks, "Whose rags are theseP" A
voice from the fountain says, "Those are
my rags" Then says the master to his
son, go up to the house and get the best
new suit you can find and bring it down"
And he brings down the clothes, and the
beggar Is clothed in them, and he looks
around and says 81 was filthy, but now
am clean. was ragged, but now I am
robed. was blind, but now see. Glory
be to the owner Of that mansion, and glory
be to that son who brought me that new
suit Of clothes, and glory be to this foun-
tain, where have washed, and where all
who will may wash and DO cleanp" Whore
sin abounded grace doth much more
abound. The bird has been dipped; now
let it fly away,
The next thing notice about this bird
when it was loosened land this is the main
ideal Is that 1t flew away. Which way did
1T goP When you let bird loose from
your grasp, which way does it fyP Up.
What are wings for? To fly with. Is
there anything in the suggestion Of the di-
rection taken by that bird to indicate
which way we ought to gop
Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace.
Rise from transitory things
To heaven, thy native place.
Flying Heavenward.
We should be going heavenward. That
Is the suggestion. But l know that we
have great many drawbacks You had
them this morning perhaps You had
them yesterday, or the day before, and al
though you want to be going heavenward,
you are constantly discouraged. But I
suppose when that bird went out Of the
priests hands it went by Infections
sometimes STOPPING. A bird does not shoot
directly up, but this Is the motion Of q
bird So tho soul scars toward God, rising
up in love and sometimes depressed by
trial. 1t does not always go in the dircc-
A. xxoulI lila tn h,,ff thu
course Is right. There is one passage in
than any other, "He knoweth our frame,
and he remembercth that we are DUST
There is q legend in Iceland which says
that when Jesus was boy playing with
his comrades ono Sabbath day he made
birds of clay, and as these birds Of clay
were standing upon tho ground an old
Sadducee camo along, and no was disgust
ed at the sport and dashed the birds to
pieces but the legend says that Jesus
waved his hand above the broken birds,
and they took wing and went singing
heavenward. OF course that Is q fable
among the Icelanders, but it is not a fable
that we ure dust and that the hand Of
divine grace waved over us once, we go
singing toward the skies.
wish, my friends, that we could live
in higher atmosphere. If o mans whole
life object Is to make dollars, he will DO
running against those who arc making
dollars. If his whole object is to got ap-
plause, he will run against those who are
seeking applause. But If he rises higher
than that he will not be interrupted in his
flight heavenward. Why does that flock
of birds, floating up against the blue sky
so high that you can hardly see them, not
change its course for spire or tower2 They
are above all distractions. So we would |
not have so often to change our Christian
course if we lived in higher atmosphere
nearer Christ, nearer the throne Of God.
Oh, We who have been washed in the blood |
Of Christ-ye who have been loosed from
the hyssop branch--start heavenward. II |
may be to some Of you long flight. |
Temptations may dispute your way, storms |
Of bereavement and trouble may strike |
your soul, but God will see you through.
Build not on the earth. Set your affec- |
tions on things in heaven, not on things |
on earth. This is perishing world. Its |
flowers fade. Its fountains dry up. Its |
Christ and heaven. l rejoice, my dear
bICuilGu Ill SLIlSu, Vistu uuo
flight will after awhile be ended. Not al
ways beaten Of tho storm. Not always 60
ing on weary wings. There Is warm
dovccot Of eternal rest where we shall find
place Of comfort, to the everlasting joy
of our souls. Oh, they are going up all
tho time-going up from this church--go-
ing up from all tho families and from all
the churches Of the land, the weary doves
seeking rest In dovecot
Oh, that in that good land we may all
meet when our trials arc overl We cannot
got into tho glorious presence Of our de-
parted ones unless we have been clcansed
in the same blood that washed their sins
away. l know this Is true Of all who have
gone In, that they were plunged in the
blood, that they were Embossed from the
hyssop branch Then they went singing
into glory. See that 20 refuse not him
that speaketh for If they escaped not who
refuse him that spake on earth how much
moro shall not we escape If we turn away
from him that speaketh from heavenP
Nspoleon's Provisions.