The Yale expositor., 1899-05-05

not stop? Yes, said 1t, and reit-
crate 1t; but | want you also to under
stand that while the man himself, OF
his own strength, cannot stop, God
can stop any man. You have only
to lay hold Of the strong arm OF the
Lord God Almighty. He can stop you.
Many summers ago l went over to New
York one Sabbath evening-our church
not yet being open for the autumnal
services-I went into a room in the
Fourth ward, New York. where a re-
ligious service was being held for re-
formed drunkards. and l heard rev.
elation that night that / had never
heard before-fifteen or twenty men
standing up and giving testimony such
as l had never heard given. They not
only testified that their hearts had
been changed by the grace of God, but
that the grace of God had extin-
guished their thirst. They went on to
say that they had reformed at differ
ent times before, but Immediately fall
len, because they were doing the whole
work in their own strength. But as
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they said, land the love of the Lord
Jesus Christ has come into our soul,
the thirst has all gone We have no
more disposition for strong drink"
1t was a new revelation to me, and
l have proclaimed it again and again
in the hearing of those who have far
gone astray, and / stand here today
to tell you that the grace of the Lord
Jesus Christ can not only save your
soul, but save your body. l look off
today upon the desolation. Some OF
you are so far on in this habit al
though there may be no outward indi-
cations of it-you have never stag
gered along the street.-the vast ma
jority of people do not know that you
stimulates; but God knows. and you
know; and by human calculation there
Is not one chance out of five thousand
that you will ever be stopped. Be
ware! There are some of you who
are my warm personal friends, to
whom | must say that unless you quit
this evil habit, within ten years, as to
your body you will lie down in
drunkard's grave, and as to your i'm
mortal soul, you will lie down in
drunkard's hell! 1t is a hard thing to
say, but il is true, and | utter the
warning lest l have your blood upon
my soul. Beware! AS today you open
the door of your wine closet, let the
decanter fash that word upon your
soul, "Beware!" AS you pour out the
beverage let the foam at the top spell
out the word, Beware" In the great
day of Gods judgment, when hun
dred million drunkards shall come up
TO get their doom, | want you to tes-
tify that this day, in the love of your
soul and in fear of God / gave you
warning in regard to that influence
which has already been felt in your
home, blowing out some of its lights
premonition of the blackness of dark
ness forever.
oh, if you could only hear Intemper-
ance with drunkards' bones drumming
on the top of the wine cask the dead
march of immortal iouls, you would
go home and kneel down and pray
God that rather than your children
should ever become victims of this evil
habit, you might carry them out to
the cemetery and put them down in
the last slumber, waiting for the flow
ers of spring to come over the grave
sweet prophecies of the resurrection.
God hath a balm for such a wound,
but what flower of comfort ever grew
on the blasted heath Of a drunkard's
sepulchre?