ance you shall all likewise perish, for in the hour of your need you shall seek Me and you shall not find Me, but you shall die in your sins."
Brethren, King Baltassar made a feast and sacrilegiously ate and drank from the vessels stolen from God's Temple, and all the while a hostile army hammered at his gates. Beware alike his folly and his wickedness. Beware lest while you pollute with sin your soul and body, death's hand be knocking at your door, or the invisible hand of God be tracing on the wall your everlasting doom. You know you are not happy in your sin. Give it up. You know repentance will be harder the longer it is delayed. Give your sin up now. You know neglect of warnings or repeated falls lead to final impenitence. Turn to Jesus once for all and never take your eyes from Him again. Ah! see the mangled Saviour toiling with His cross up Calvary! Will He pity you, poor sinner, bruised and torn by the world, the devil and the flesh? A fellow-feeling makes us wondrous kind. Two soldiers, a Briton and a Boer, lay side by side in a hospital — two shattered wrecks from the battlefield. Silently they gazed, each at the other, with hate at first, then wonder, then with sorrow, and when on food being brought the Briton passed it to his enemy, those great rough men broke down and cried like children. Ah! the heart of Jesus is not less human than were theirs, nor less prompt to sympathize. He has experienced our every wound and misery. He knows our weaknesses, and will meet a prompt repentance with a prompt forgiveness. Turn then to
