The Yale expositor., 1902-03-07

and all night long tho wings will stay
outspread. and the little ones will not
utter a sound. Thus at shutdown, low
ingly. safely. completely. tho hen
broods her young. SO. II we are the
Lords. the evening OF our life will
come. The heats OF the day will have
passed. There will be shadows. and
wo cannot see as far. The work OF
life will be about ended. The hawks
OF temptation that lowered in the sky
VIII have gone 10 the woods and fold
cd their wings. Sweet siiences will
come. The air will he redolent with
the breath OF whole arbors OF promises
sweeter than jasmine or evening prim-
rose. The mir may be a little chill.
but Christ will call US. and We will
know the voice and heed the call. and
we will come under the wings for the
night. the strong wings. the soft wings.
the warm wings. and without fear and
In fun sense OF safety. and then we
viii rest from shutdown to sunrise, las
n hen gatheroth her chickens under her
wing"
Dear met How many souls the Lord
hath thus brooded, Mothers. after
watching over sick cradles and then
watching afterward over maynard
sons and daughters. at ,ast Themselves
Business men. after lifetime strug-
Cling with the uncertainties OF money
markets and the change OF tariffs and
the undcrselling OF men who because
Of their dishonesties can afford To un-
dersell. and years OF disappointment
and struggle. az last under wings
where nothing can psrturb them any
moro than can a bird OF prey which Is
ten miles OF disturb chick at mid
night broodcd IN barnyard.
My text has It's strongest application
for people who were corn In the coun-
try. wherever you may now live. and
that Is the majority OF you. You can
not hear my text withou. having all
the rustic scenes OF the old farmhouse
como back to you Good old days they
were. You knew nothing l.ueh OF tho
world. for you had not seen tho world.
BY law OF accociation you cannot re-
call the breeding hen ana her chick
ems without seeing also the barn and
the haymow and the wagon shed and
the hUuge and the room whore you
played and tho hrcsIde with the dig
backlog before which you sat and the
neighbors and tho burial and the wed
ding and the deep snowbanks and hear
the village hell that called you TO
worship and seeing the horses which.
after pullin you 10 the church. stood
around the old clapboard meeting
house. and those who sat at either enl
OF tho church pew and. indeed. all the
scenes OF your first fourteen years. and
you think o. what you were then. and
OF what you are now. and all these
thoughts are aroused by the sight OF
the old hencoop. Some ef you had
better so back and start again. In
thought return 20 that place and hear
tho cluck and see the oulspread
feathers and come under the wing and
make the Lord your portion and shell
ter and warmth. preparing for every
thing that may come ana so avoid be-
ing classed among those described by
the ciosins words OF my text. 'as n
hen gathereth he chlcdens under ler
wings. and 30 would not" All. that
throws the responsibility upon u.s. "Ye
would not" Al; =. for the would
nots," II the wandering broods OF
the farm heed not their mothers call
and risk tho hawk and dare the fresh
ct and expose themselves TO the frost
aud storm. surely their calamities are
not the mothers fault. I'VE would
not" Cod would. but how many
would not?
When n good man asked a young
woman who had abaldonc1 her home
and who was dep,oring her wretched-
ness why she did not return. the reply
was: 4 dare not go home. Ny father
Is - provoked he would not receive
me home" Then. said ne Christian
man. Il win st this" And so he
wrote TO the father. and the reply
came back. and in n lettor marked
outside Immediate" and insiLe say
ing. lie, her como at once: all Is for
given" So Gods invitation for you
a. marked Immediate" Gu the outside.
and inside Is written. "He will nbund-
antly pardon" Oh. ye wanderers
from God. and happiness and home
and hcavoa. come under the sheltoring
wing. 4 vessel in the Bristol channel
was nearing the rocks called the stoep
Holmes Under the tempest the YES
sci was manageable. ard the only
hope was that the tide would change
before she struck tho rocks and went
down. and 80 the captain stood on the
deck. watch IT, hand. Captain and
c. aud passengers were pallid with
terror. Taking another look at his
watch and another look at the sea, he
shouted Thank God. we are saved!
Tho tide has turned! One minute
more and we would have struck the
rocks!" Some OF you who have been n
long while drifting In the tempest OF
sin and sorrow and have been making
for the breakers. Thank God. the tide
has turned. Do you not feel the lift OF
the billow? The grace OF God that
bringcth salvation has appeared TO
your soul. and. In the words OF Boaz
80 Rvtk 4 com me- nd Won 10 the IOrd