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from the boats on the Lake of Galilee 1800 years ago. In the same town, a number of little girls meet together for prayer every night. And oh how earnestly do these dear children pray! one said, “Oh, we have hard, hard, HARD hearts. Though young in years, we are old in sin. We give our whole hearts to Thee. Our hearts are black with sin, but Thou canst
nake them whiter than snow. O, Jesus! Thou didst wear a crown of thorns that we might wear a crown of glory. O Lord! make us able to say, 'I am my Lord's and he is mine.' O come Lord and bless us." Another cried out, “Oh! what shall I do, what shall I do to be saved ? Oh, this night, this very night, save me. Oh, take this burden, this heavy burden from me.
Oh, Thou hast promised that all who come to Thee Thou wilt give them rest. Oh, give me rest! Give me rest! Oh, take me, Lord ; take me now !"
Reader, are these children too much in earnest ? Oh no; Jesus says, “ Strive to enter in at the straight gate." There's no striving needed in the way to hell.
“Broad is the road that leads to death,
And thousands walk together there." In another Scotch town Dr. Alexander, of Edinburgh, lately went into the vestry of a church for his great coat, and there he found a number of little girls engaged in prayer. When one finished, another began. This good man stood and listened until the tears were flowing down his cheeks. A little boy was kneeling in the corner, weep. ing very much. He was very young, and it was a cold winter night, but he had walked four miles to that prayermeeting, so anxious was he to be saved.
Dear friends, how very anxious should you be to get a share of this blessing. Once more Jesus comes to you
says, “Why will ye die ?" Give yourself to him now, and then you will be able to join in those songs of thanksgiving that are now filling so many grateful hearts.
“MOTHER KNEW GOD." At the Fulton Street Prayer-Meeting in New Yorkof which we have spoken to you before—a young man arose, and said he wished to relate his religious experience. Five years ago, he said, I, my mother, and one sister, landed in New York from Scotland, without money, having but seven shillings left after having paid our passage. We knew no one in the city. But mother knew God.
After being in New York a short time, I found bad associates, and was in the habit of staying out late at night. Mother would leave the outside door ajar, 80 that I could come in without disturbing the other tenants occupying the house.
One night I came home early, and went to my bed without going into my mother's room. After being in bed for a time, she came in softly, and with her hands in the dark felt to see if I was there. Finding me there, she said, " Thank God, my son is in early to-night.” Kneeling down beside the bed, she poured out her soul to God in audible prayer, She wrestled and pleaded with God that I might be converted, and become a minister of the gospel of Christ.
The earnestness and anxiety of that prayer made a deep impression upon my heart, and from that moment I resolved that by the grace of God I would become a Christian. I sought the Saviour, and
soon found him.
About two years since, hearing that a small church was in want of a pastor, I resolved to accept the charge if they would give it to me. Before leaving to enter upon my ministry, my mother gave me her parting blessing, commending me to God, and the word of his grace. Three months after I received a letter informing me that my
mother had suddenly died. I came to New York, and followed her remains to Greenwood Cemetery. Since that my sister has passed away, and I was left alone with my mother's FRIEND, whom she so well knew. My grandfather was a minister of the Presbyterian Church of Scotland, and he often prayed that I might become a minister of “the glorious gospel of the blessed God.”
I have just come from Greenwood, where I knelt upon my mother’s grave, and anew consecrated myself to the service of God in the Christian ministry with more earnestness than ever.
“ HE IS
RISEN." The following beautiful verses, composed by one of the senior scholars of the Bluecoat School, London, was *sung at the Annual Service in Christchurch on
“ Easter Monday":
From the skies' eternal height,
Bursts the chorus, joyous song,
He is risen!
He, the end of ev'ry sign,
He, the mock'd and crucified,
He is risen!
Cast away each doubtful care,
Sinner, calm thy troubled breast,
He is risen!
Where the bright-robed seraph throng
He is risen!
DEATH BED SCENES. The rich Cardinal Beaufort said, “And must I die ? "Will not all my riches save me? I could purchase the kingdom, if that would prolong my life. Alas! there is no bribing death."
An English nobleman said, “I have a splendid passage to the grave; I die in state, and languish under a gilded canopy ; I am expiring on soft and downy pillows, and am respectably attended by my servants and physicians my dependents sigh ; my sisters weep; my father bends beneath a load of grief and years ; my lovely wife, pale and silent, conceals her inmost anguish; my friend, who was as my own soul, suppresses his sighs, and leaves me to hide his secret grief. But oh! which of them will
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bail me from the arrest of death ? Who can descend into the dark prison of the grave with me? Here they all leave me, after having paid a few idle ceremonies to the breathless clay which may lie reposed in state, while my soul, my only conscious part, may stand trembling before my Judge."
The celebrated Talleyrand on his death-bed was visited by Louis Philippe, king of the French.
“ How do you feel?” said the king: the answer was, “Sire, I am suffering the pangs of the damned."
Sir Thomas Scott said, “ Until this moment I believed that there was neither a God nor a hell. Now I know and feel that there are both, and I am doomed to perdition by the just judgment of the Almighty.”
A rich man, when dying, was informed by his physician that he should prepare for the worst. “ Cannot I live for a week ?” “No," said the doctor, “you will probably continue but a little while." Say not so," said the dying man. “I will give you twenty thousand pounds if you will prolong my life three days;" but in less than an hour he was dead.
How different is the death-bed of the true Christian. The Apostle Paul was glad to go, " having a desire to depart and to be with Christ, which was far better." A friend of ours, when told the end was near, said,
“ Even so. I long to go.
These parting hours, how sad, how slow." How anxious people generally are to die the death of the righteous; but they often forget to live His life, and hence they die in despair. Be it yours and mine, dear friend, to live in Jesus, and then we shall find that dying is but going home.
SCRAPS FROM CHINA. A SHORT time ago we told you that Boa, the Chinese nurse who came here with Dr. Young's little girl some years ago, is now engaged as a servant to Dr. Carnegie,