The county record. [volume] (Kingstree, S.C.) 1885-1975, 1902-07-03

ern CITY he had determined to take his
life. threw himself down on MS bed TO col.
Iect himself before the awful deed: and
iarred a little book off from a shelf Just
ahove his bed and it struck him in the face;
With an oath he threw it from him. ana
then it dawned upon HIM that 1t was ms
mothers Bible given him to read. he
walked across the room 20 DICK 1t up just
to show her some mark OF respect, ana
read upon the fly leaf written IN her own
hand, Dear boy. YOU can never get away
from your mothers prayers" Instead OF
being a self-murderer he became one OF the
countrv's greatest preachers. | wish that
we might dig again the well that our faith
ers digred before US and make our homes
ike heaven.
There are some wells that have been
filled in in the past by those who are
worldly wise and this morning l seek to
First-I would open the we'll OF the way
of salvation The Scripture declares that
man is a sinner and deserves to die, but
the same Scripture states that Jesus took
our place and died in our stead. heathen
on account of his sins had walked Tor
miles with pebbles in his shoes that ne
wight do penance. sat down to rest De-
meath a tree and heard missionary
nreaching of Jesus. and cried out. That
i what I want; give me Jesus Oh. II
could hut open this we'll from which, our
fathers drank and make you see the Sa-
yiour treading the wine press alone, SUI,
fering for YOU until His heart strings all
but snapped. dying in agony for you upon
the cross. the man OF sorrows and ac,
nuainted with grief Let us open tins ola
we'll and drink of it's waters. And then
would omen the we'll of consolation for the
afflicted. "Why do you mourn for y0Ir 'I
baby?" said woman to her TREND, ne
is better off. Suppose he had llveo ana
become a proigate and broken your herrt
with his sim" Away with all such consoia-
ton, falsely so called. Your baby IS win win
Him, in His presence. who took htt!e
babies in His arms and blessed IT tnen'' IS
singing His praises. who said. Their an
rels do always behold the face OF Nv
Father which is in heaven. Your child Is
with the King, rejoice; he cannot come to
Won. but YOU may 60 to him. All things
work together for good to them rhat love
God" Stoop and drink this morning and
go away refreshed. :,
Then l would open the we'll OF the
preaching of the gospel. DR.. Taimage has
said in one of his sermons on this same
text that we have stopped singing. Tome
We sinners poor and needy" for we have
reached the time when men do not count
themselves sinners. I would to God that
we might revive the old custom OF preach
ing as men who preached in other days.
When Livingstone preached the sermon
that led 500 souls to Christ he was de-
scribing the human heart in its unclean-
ness. When Edwards preached the. ser
ION that stirred all New England his
,neme was. "Sinners in the hands OF an
angry Cod" When Whitfield preached
the sermon, the power of whichLis still felt
in our country, his text was, Eye must be
born again" "Do you PREACH" said a
man to me, "that men are lost without
Christ. and are You not afraid in con-
gregation like yours that they will become
offended" Preach it, certainly / preach
it. ! would he afraid that God would be
offended if I did not preach it. Now hear
me, We men OF wealth and women OF posi-
ton. without Christ you are lost: 1t IS
not an easy statement to make, but the
word of the Lord has spoken it. Oh, that
men would stop trifing with Gods word,
twisting its statements so as to draw forth
some other meaning than that intended,
and oh that men would stop trifing with
God treating Him as if what He had said
in His word was not true when He de-
clared "that all men are sinners and need
a Saviour"
II saw one hanging on tree,
In agony and blood,
Who fixed His languid eyes on me,
As near the cross / stood.
Sure, never till my latest breath
Can forget that look,
1t seemed to charge me with His death.
Though not word He spoke.
Alas, knew not what did,
But now my tears are vain.
Where shall my trembling soul be hid,
For l the Lord have slain.
Another look He gave which said,
Il freely all forgive, a
This blood is for thy ransom paid,
l died that thou mayest live" H
Thus while His death my sin displays,
In all its blackest hue,
Such is the mystery of grace,
1t seals my pardon, too. ..