Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1904-07-16

fIy over the Austrian encampment.
This soldier said to Prince Joseph:
"Your highness, birds sleep as well as
men. These birds would not be flying
about at this time of night If they had
not been disturbed. The enemy In
large numbers Is marching through the
woods and has frightened them. There
will soon be fighting on our front lines
But though hunters and trappers have
almost miraculous seeing powers IN
reference to the natural world, II does
not take an inspired vision to see that
we are now living in time or great
religious awakening. How else can
YOU account for the thousands who, as
converts. are giving their hearts 10
Jesus Christ under the consecrated Ia
bors of the evangelistic committee OF
the PRESBYTERIAN church? How else
can YOU account for the wonderful
meetings of Campbell Morgan In Amer
lea, and of Torrey and Alexander IN
Australia and England, and the crowd
ed schools for Bible study in Winona
and Mortified and Chautauqua ana
Moody's institute of Chicago? Every
where the vital question is upon every
lip. What shall / then do with Jesus,
who is called the Christi Like PLATE
before the Jewish people, you must de-
eide the question in reference TO Jesus.
You must decide for Christ or against
Christ. And in bringing you up to this
question | cannot be far wrong In stat
ing that thou art not far from the
kingdom Of Cod"
But why talk so much about the
wonderful manifestations OF the Holy
Spirits power in reference to the world
at large? Have not we seen that pow
er manifested In our own church! Men
and women, can you sit stolidly In your
pews when husbands and wives ana
children and young men and women
are seeking Jesus Christ, while so
many old people and middle aged peo-
pie and young people are coming! COO
will never give you better opportu-
nifty to seek him than just now. VIII
yOu not come to the Saviour now!
The last time Dwight L. Moody ever
preached was at a great series OF meet
ings being held in Convention hall.
Kansas City. Suddenly he broke down,
and the doctors told him he must stop
work at once. They bundled the great
evangelist up and started him east Tor
his Mortified home. But, though the
doctors could silence his tongue. they
could not keep still his pen. When
they carried him to Northfield, with
his weak fingers he wrote out tele'
gram to his Kansas City friends who
were carrying on the meetings In MS
stead. His telegram went something
like this: "Mr. So-and-so, Kansas CITY:
Have reached home safely. Regret ex-
ceedingly being forced to leave. HAD
| been with you tonight | would have
preached on Thou art not far from
the kingdom Of Cod My prayer Is
that many may be led into the king
dom under Mr. Torrey's preaching"
Oh. my friends, the redeemed lips OF
the sainted evangelist are pleading
with you from this text in this service
today. That same divine power which
brousht thousands and tens OF thou
sands OF sinners to the fountain or
eternal life is pleading with you TO
come to Christ, even now while great
multitudes are seeking him. Like
King Agrippa, are you going to be
"almost persuaded" and lost? Or like
Paul. the "chief Of sinners" are you
to be coronated and to have seat up
on throne in heaven with Jesus
Christ?
I know of a land where the streets are
paved
with the things which we meant to
achieve.
II is walled with the money we meant to
have saved
And the pleasures for which we grleVe.
The kind words unspoken, the promises
And many a coveted boon
Are stored away in that land somewhere
The land of Pretty Soon"
| There are uncut Jewels Of possible fame
Lying there about In the dust.
| And many noble and lofty aim
Covered with mold and rust.
And. oh, this place while it seems so near.
Is farther away than the moon;
Though our purpose is fair we never .
| there
The land Of Pretty Soon"
| The road that leads to this mystic lana
Il strewn with pitiful wrecks.
And the ships that have sailed from its
shining strand
| Bear skeletons on their decks.
| II is farther away at noon than at dawn,
And farther away at night than at noon.
| oh. let us beware Of that land down there.
| The land of Pretty Soon"
| copyright. 1904. by Louis Klopsch.l