Eustace Marchmont: A friend of the peopleEverett-Green, Evelyn
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Eustace Marchmont: A friend of the people
Everett-Green, Evelyn
West Country (England) -- Fiction
grave, beyond the power of the second death, and found at last peace
and rest, in spite of all the blackness of past sin.
For when the Saviour’s Blood has washed away the sin, the blackness
can no longer remain. Humble penitence and contrite love remain, but
the misery and despair are taken away. He bears the grief and carries
the sorrow; He takes the shame, the curse, the wrath of a holy and a
just God. It was a thought almost too overwhelming for Saul to bear.
It broke his heart and humbled him to the very dust. But he no longer
fought against the infinite love--no longer hardened his heart against
the Holy Spirit, the Spirit of comfort and sanctification. He had felt
the blessedness of the pardoning love, and he yearned for the guiding
light that should show him how he might direct his steps for the time
that remained to him.
Of that time he had not yet thought. Those hours had been too crowded
with extreme emotion. He had passed through a crisis of spiritual
existence which made all earthly things dwarf into insignificance. It
was only when the hour of midnight tolled forth, and he recollected
that a new day had begun for him, that he first folded his hands in
prayer, lifting up his heart to God in thanksgiving for the light which
was now in his soul, and then turning his gaze upon Abner, who had
never moved from his side all this while, asked softly--
“What day is it?”
“Sunday, my lad. A new day and a new week. I little thought upon the
last Sunday what the Lord had in store for me for this. The Lord’s Day,
my lad--the Lord’s Day. That’s what I love to call it. May we have
grace to keep it to His glory. Saul, my lad, you have no fears now?”
“Fears of what, grandfather?”
“Fears about the Lord’s love--about the forgiveness He has granted yu?”
A singular radiance came over Saul’s face.
“No--I can’t doubt it. It’s too wonderful to be understood. But I can
feel it right through me. I’ve no fear.”
“And would you fear, my boy, if you had to see Him face to face--if you
should be called upon to meet Him--if He should come this very night to
gather to Himself those that wait for His coming?”
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