nd I said unto him, Sir, thou
knowest. And he said to me, These are they which came out of great
tribulation, and have washed their robes, and made them white in the
blood of the Lamb." Sinner, how are you going to get your robes clean
if you don't get them washed in the blood of the Lamb? How are you
going to wash them? Can you by yourself make them clean? Oh, may we
all reach that paradise above! There they are singing the sweet song
of redemption, and may it be the happy lot of each of us to join them.
It may be only a short time, at the longest, before we shall be there,
and shout the song of redemption, and sing the sweet song of Moses and
the Lamb. There "they hunger no more, neither thirst any more; neither
shall the sun light on them, nor any heat. For the Lamb which is in
the midst of the throne shall feed them, and lead them to living
fountains of water: and God shall wipe away all tears from their
eyes." At that day sceptics and scoffers will pray for the rocks and
mountains to fall on them, and cover them from the wrath of God. If
you die without Christ, without hope, and without God, where will you
be? Sinner, be wise! don't make light of the blood!

THE DYING SAINT.

An aged minister of the gospel, when dying, said, "Bring me the
Bible." Putting his finger upon the verse, "The blood of Jesus Christ
His Son cleanseth us from all sin," he said, "I die in the hope of
this verse." It wasn't his fifty years' preaching, nor his long life
in the Lord's service, but the blood of Christ, upon which he relied.
When we stand before God's tribunal we shall be pure, even as He is
pure, if we are washed in the blood of the Lamb.

THE PRECIOUS BLOOD.

During the American war a doctor heard a man saying, "Blood, blood,
blood!" The doctor thought this was because he had seen so much blood
shed upon battlefields, and endeavoured to soothe his mind. The man
smiled, and said, "I wasn't thinking of the blood upon the
battlefield, but I was thinking how precious the blood of Christ is to
me as I am dying." As he died his lips quivered, "Blood, blood,
blood!" and he was gone. Oh, it will indeed be precious when we come
to our dying bed! it will then be worth more to us than all the world!
One sin is enough to exclude us from heaven, but one drop of Christ's
blood is sufficient to cover all our sins.

Beware how you treat the gospel message of redemption through the
blood.

THE DOWN GRADE.

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