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my neck and his little lips on my cheek. If I live until sundown—then I will see my precious wife and I .will throw my arms around her neck and tell her hôw I love her. If I live until sundown—ah, then I will see my dear old mother once again, and I will bury my head in her lap just as I used to when I was a little boy; and tell her all about the agony and thé pain of these terrible days. If I live until sundown”—and he watched with anxious eye the sun as it rose in the east, and then followed it with wandering gaze as it stood over him and then as it went down over the west, and his heart beat .faster and his thoughts went more toward home—“If I live until sundown”—and as the great sun was going down, the Son of Man reached down through the clouds and put Hi's nail- pierced hand over the wound and stanched the flow of blood until the sun went down, and the moon shone and the stars came out, and the man was saved. This world is a battlefield. Men are lying wounded all around us and saying, “If I could only hear the message of God.” Will you be the pierced, hand, will you reach down and put your hand over the wounded, broken heart and stanch the flow of blood until the Christ comes and life comes?
True, but the Church wants them, or at least it ought to. It is our place to take Christ and His gospel to the lost and perishing sons of men. Shall we do it? A soldier lay on a field of battle after a hard- fought battle. He was mortally wounded. He lay from noon, all afternoon, until evening time, until the sun set and the moon came out. There seemed to be no help for him; and no surgeon had come to bind up his wounds. A- fellow soldier had given him a drink of water and that had revived him somewhat. He was just about to pass off into unconsciousness when he saw the light of a lantern. Nearer and nearer came the light, and his heart beat faster and faster at its approach. The light stopped by him. Looking up he recognized the face of the surgeon. After examining the wounded man the surgeon said to' his assistant: “Poor fellow, he is badly wounded. I am afraid he won’t get over it, but if he lives until sundown tomorrow, he will get well.” The surgeon passed on. These words had been heard and had fallen deep into the heart of the wounded man. “If he lives until sundown, he will get well.” “If I live until sundown, I will get well; then I will see my little baby-boy again, and will feel his little arms around
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