“THE LAST NIGHT OF THE SEASON.”
Reading edition
“Hasten, O sinner, to return, And stay not for to-morrow’s sun, For fear thy lamp should cease to burn Before the needful work is done.”
“The Last Night of the Season,” stood forth in bold prominence from mammoth posters at every prominent place in the city.
“The Last Night of the Season” headed an advertisement in every daily paper.
“The Last Night of the Season,” was echoed by thousands of handbills.
“The Last Night of the Season,” lingered on the lips of nearly every passer-by.
At night, thronging crowds, with hurried step and anxious heart, pressed earnestly into the accustomed entrance—then too narrow to admit the greatly increased numbers—of a large and brilliantly illumined building.
Do you know, breathed in quick succession from one to another, it is “The Last Night of the Season?”
Fellow traveller to the bar of God, “I have somewhat to say unto thee.”
Has not this sentence already gone, like an arrow, to your heart? Do you not feel that perhaps you have seen the last night of the season of salvation?
Oh! it is an awful thought. Yet, thanks be to God, there is still another opportunity of being saved. I now present you that opportunity. Will you, can you, refuse? It may be the last night of the season. God only knows.
“Delay not, delay not, O sinner, to come, For mercy still lingers and calls thee to-day, Her voice is not heard in the vale of the tomb; Her message unheeded will soon pass away.”
Fathers, mothers, friends, relatives, brothers, sisters, those that love you tenderly, dearly, Christian ministers, the writer of this little article, all join in the earnest entreaty, “Come to Jesus!”
He is a precious Saviour.
He is a loving Saviour.
He is a willing Saviour.
He is an able Saviour.
Then, will you not come and cast your burden upon Him?
He has never turned away one soul.
The thief on the cross,—poor, weeping Peter—Mary Magdalene, with her seven devils,—all found Him such a Saviour as I have described.
Young man, in the morning of life, you whose brow no cloud of sorrow has ever darkened, will you not come to that Saviour?
Young lady, will you not come to that Saviour? Will you, whose sex was the last at the cross, the first at the sepulchre, stay away from that Saviour? The daughters of Jerusalem found Him an all-sufficient Saviour, and will you not come, like Mary, and
“——fall at His feet, And the story repeat, And the lover of sinners adore?”
MARY AT JESUS’ FEET.
To hear the Saviour’s word The gentle Mary came; Low at His feet she sat and heard Sweet mention of her name. She chose the better part, The one bright pearl she found: May we, with Mary’s constant heart, In Mary’s grace abound. Like her, we look above, To learn our Saviour’s will; The droppings of His lips we love, And would His word fulfil. Speak, as to Mary Thou Didst speak in Galilee; Call us by name, our hearts shall bow, And melting, flow to Thee.
E. M. C.