"ground arms" at the feet of the
Divine Conqueror. Oh, you must! You must!

The moon does not ask the tides of the Atlantic Ocean to rise. It only
stoops down with two great hands of light, the one at the European
beach, and the other at the American beach, and then lifts the great
layer of molten silver. And God, it seems to me, is now going to lift
this audience to newness of life. Do you not feel the swellings of the
great oceanic tides of Divine mercy? My heart is in anguish to have
you saved. For this I pray, and preach, and long, glad to be called a
fool for Christ's sake, and your salvation.

Some one replies: "Dear me, I do wish I could have these matters
arranged with my God. I want to be saved. God knows I want to be
saved; but you stand there talking about this matter, and you don't
show me how." My dear brother, the work has all been done. Christ did
it with His own torn hand, and lacerated foot, and bleeding side. He
took your place, and died your death, if you will only believe
it--only accept Him as your substitute.

What an amazing pity that any man should go from this house unblessed,
when such a large blessing is offered him at less cost than you would
pay for a pin--"without money and without price." I have driven down
to-day with the Lord's ambulance to the battle-field where your soul
lies exposed to the darkness and the storm, and I want to lift you in,
and drive off with you toward heaven. Oh, Christians, by your prayers
help to lift these wounded souls into the ambulance! God forbid that
any should be left on the field, and that at last eternal sorrow, and
remorse, and despair should come up around their soul like the bandit
Philistines to the field of Gilboa, stripping the slain.

SOLD OUT.

"Ye have sold yourselves for nought; and ye shall be redeemed
without money."--ISA. lii: 3.

The Jews had gone headlong into sin, and as a punishment they had been
carried captive to Babylon. They found that iniquity did not pay.
Cyrus seized Babylon, and felt so sorry for these poor captive Jews
that, without a dollar of compensation, he let them go home. So that,
literally, my text was fulfilled: "Ye have sold yourselves for nought;
and ye shall be redeemed without money."

There is enough Gospel in this text for fifty sermons; though I never
heard of its being preached on. There are persons in this house who
have, like the Jews of the text, sold out. You do not seem to belong
eit