For the Sabbath

Waikato Times, Volume 94, Issue 14713, 30 July 1921, Page 10 (Supplement)

For the Sabbath

THE TOILER’S CRY. Let me not die before I’ve done for Thee My earthly work, whatever it may be. Gall me not hence, with mission unfulfilled, Let me nut leave my space of ground until. Impress this truth upon me, that no one Gan do my portion that I leave undone ; For each one in the vineyard hath a spot To labour in for life and weary not. Then give me strength all faithfully to toil. Converting barren earth to fruitful soil. I long to be on instrument of Thine To gather worshippers into Thy shrine To be the means one human soul to save From the dark terrors of a hopeless grave. HE KNOWS. He knows the bitter, weary way; He knows the endless striving day by day. The souls that weep, the souls that pray. He knows how hard the fight had been, The clouds that come our lives oetween, The wounds the world hath never seen.

He knows when faint and worn we sink,' How deep the pain, how near the brink Of dark despair we pause and shrink.

He knows! Oh, thoughts so full of ” bliss, For though our joy on earth we miss. We still can bear it, feeling this — He knows. THE QUEST. My whole heart is seeking Jesus —• Him, the “Pearl of greatest price," Yearning for a greater union And the path of sacriiice. My whole soul awaits Thee, Jesus! Trembling I seek Thy face. Enter where Thy love has conquered Make Thy heart Thy dwelling-place! BET YOUR UFE ON GOD. Rev. Maurice Watts, superintendent of Whitclields, went to see the Derby, and on a recent Sunday evening preached a forcible sermon on gambling. Derby Day, he said, appeared to him first and foremost as a Bank Holiday, but there was one great difference. Devotees and owners will tell you that these races are run in the interests of sport, and to breed the best possible type of horses. Would they race these horses if there were no spectators and no communications with the press? Racing wont on for nothing but gambling, and it was certainly lime for the churches to undertake a campaign against the gambling evil, which was dominating the papers and leading young people to moral calamity. Who there wanted the best horse to win? If you have got money on you want your choice to win whether he is best or not, and that chokes up the sporting instinct. Gambling was the murderer of sport. And yet men loved a bit of a risk. To take a hazard was the spice of life. Could not the instinct be’ used for Christian service? Would they follow Donald -Hankey’s call and bet their lives on God ? It was useless saying that our faitli would save the world unless we backed it. JOHN WESLEY AND HIS CHAPEL. When John Wesley was prevented from preaching in the churches of London he secured a disused icon foundry in Moorfields, London, as a meeting place. Subsequently he built a chapel in City Road. He describes ir. his journal the founding of trie chapel:— “Monday, April 21 (1777), w’as the day appointed for laying the foundation of the new chapel. The rain befriended us much, by keeping away thousands who purposed to be there. But there were still such multitudes that it was with great difficulty I got through them, to lay the first stone. Upon this was a plate of brass (covered with another stone), on which was engraved, ‘This was laid by Mr John Wesley, on April 1, 1777.’ Probably this will be seen no more, by any human eye; but will remain there till the earth and the works thereof arc burned up.” The chape.l was opened in the following year. He preached his last sermon there on Fcbrury 22, mileight days before his death. The chapel and Wesley’s grave behind it are, however, in great need of repair, and the sum of money necessary to put this national monument into proper order to hand on to posterity is being collected by the present minister, the Rev. Walter H. Armstrong, whose address is 40, City Road, E C. 4.

THE ONLY (MESSAGE. At Westminster Chapel, London, first the members of ttie church, and then tiie congregation generally, gave Dr. Jewett, with his wife and daughter, the heartiest "welcome home." At the meeting in the church, which was largely attended, Dr. Jowelt said his people had had many great treats while he had been away, but the ministers of all denominations, who so willingly came to preach, told him they had greatly enjoyed their visits. His friend, Hie Bishop of Durham, for example, said he was positively overwhelmed by the congregational singing, Dr. Jowelt added that when he went away he was more poorly than ever he knew, but he thought be, too, had gained a great deal. “I have been looking at tilings,” he said, "through an unfamiliar lens. I have seen the world through French eyes. I have seen how Ireland looks across the Channel. J h»vc looked at Mr Lloyd George through the French lens, and yon would he surprised at what that ions revealed! I have looked at the devastated fields of Prance through French eyes. I think 1 must have conic hack a hit enlarged, and some wider, broader, and, 1 hope, deeper note may he expected. Uf course, 1 have come hack to preach the Lord Jesus. 1 have nothing else to preach. 1 do not know what to say to ibis bruised, bleeding, wounded world except Jesus, 'file world is hungry and thirsty for Christ, and I think I know where the bread and the water are. Bnl I hope more firmly and conllilcntly to proclaim no) only the need of Ills grace, hut Die rights and duties appertaining lo His kingdom. 1 come hack to (hid many Ihnigs arc had. In spile of all, I think we have Hie clue, and we may face the future with songful confidence.”