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hiin not, but his own led him out to death." He bleeds; he dies ; and then is heard a cry in heaven. The astonished angels again start from their seats, and they say, "What is this ? What is this cry that we hear ?”. And the Mighty Maker answers yet again, “It is the cry of blood ; it is the cry of the blood of my only-begotten and well-beloved Son !” And God, uprising from his throne, looks down from heaven and listens to the cry. And what is the cry ? It is not revenge ; but the voice crieth, “ Mercy ! mercy! mercy !” Did you not hear it? It said, “ Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do." Herein, the blood of Christ "speaketh better things than that of Abel;" for Abel's blood said, “ Revenge !” and made the sword of God start from its scabbard; but Christ's blood cried “ Mercy !" and sent the sword back again, and bade it sleep for ever.

“Blood hath a voice to pierce the skies,

* Revenge !' the blood of Abel cries ;
But the rich blood of Jesus slain,

Speaks peace as loud from every vein,” You will note too that Abel's blood cried for revenge upon one man only-upon Cain ; it required the death of but one man to satisfy for it, namely, the death of the murderer. “Blood for blood!” The murderer must die the death. But what saith Christ's blood in heaven? Does it speak for only one? Ah! no, beloved ; "the free gift hath come upon many." Christ's blood cries mercy! mercy! mercy! not on one, but upon a multitude whom no man can number—ten thousand times ten thousand.

Again: Abel's blood cried to heaven for revenge, for one transgression of Cain; that for ought that Cain had done, worthless and vile before, the blool of Abel did not demand any revenge: it was for the one sin that blood clamoured at the throne of God, and not for many sins. Not so the voice of the blood of Christ. It is “for many offences unto justification." Oh! could yo hear that cry, that all-prevailing cry, as now it comes up from Calvary's summit-" Father, forgive them!" not one, but many. “Father, forgive them.” And not only forgive them this offence, but forgive them all their sins, and blot out all their iniquities. Ah! beloved, we might have thought that the blood of Christ would have demanded vengeance at the hands of God. Surely, if Abel be revenged seven fold, then must Christ be revenged seventy times seven. If the earth would not swallow up the blood of Abel, till it had had its fill, surely we might have thought that the earth never would have covered the corpse of Christ, until God had struck the world with fire and sword, and banished all men to destruction. But, О precious blood! thou sayest not one word of vengeance! All that this blood cries is peace! pardon! forgiveness! mercy! acceptance! Truly it “speaketh better things than that of Abel." | Again: Abel's blood had a second voice. It spoke to the whole world. “He being dead yet speaketh”—not only in heaven, but on earth. God's prophets are a speaking people. They speak by their acts and by their words as long as they live, and when they are buried they speak by their example which they have left behind. Abel speaks by his blood to us. And what does it say? When Abel offered up his victim upon the altar he said to us, “I believe in a sacrifice that is to be offered for the sins of men;" but when Abel's own blood was sprinkled on the altar he seemed to say, “Here is the ratification of my faith; I seal my testimony with my own blood; you have now the evidence of my sincerity, for I was prepared to die for the defence of this truth which I now witness unto you.” It was a great thing for Abel thus to ratify his testimony with his blood. We should not have believed the martyrs half so easily if they had not been ready to die for their profession. The Gospel in ancient times would never have spread at such a marvellous rate, if it had not been that all the preachers of the gospel were ready at any time to attest their message with their own blood. But Christ's blood "speaketh better things than that of Abel.” Abel's blood ratified his testimony, and Christ's blood has ratified his testimony too; but Christ's testimony is better than that of Abel. For what is the testimony of Christ? The covenant of grace—that everlasting covenant. He came into this world to tell us that God had from the beginning chosen his people—that he had ordained them to eternal life, and that he had made a covenant with his son Jesus Christ that if he would pay the price they should go free-if he would suffer in their stead they should Dc delivered. And Christ cried-e'er “ le bowed his head and gave up the ghost”

" It is finished.” The covenant purpose is finished. That purpose was “to finisa the transgression, and to make an end of sins, and to make reconciliation for iniquity, and to bring in everlasting righteousness.” Such was the testimony of our Lord Jesus Christ, as his own blood gushed from his heart, to be the diestamp, and seal, that the covenant was ratified. When I see Abel die I know that his testimony was true; but when I see Christ die I know that the covenant is true.

“ This covenant, О believer, stands

Thy rising fears to quell;
Tis signed and sealed and ratified,

In all things ordered well.” When he bowed his head and gave up the ghost, he did as much as say, "All things are made sure unto the seed by my giving myself a victim.” Come, saint, and see the covenant all blood-bestained, and know that it is sure. He is "the faithful and true witness, the prince of the kings of the earth.” First of martyrs, my Lord Jesus, thou hadst a better testimony to witness than they all, for thou hast witnessed to the evelasting covenant; thou hast witnessed that thou art the shepherd and bishop of souls; thou hast witnessed to the putting away of sin by the sacrifice of thyself. Again: I say, come, ye people of God, and read over the golden roll. It begins in election- it ends in everlasting life, and all this the blood of Christ crieth in your ears. All this is true; for Christ's blood proves it to be true, and to be sure to all the seed. It “speaketh better things than that of Abel.”

Now we come to the third voice ; for the blood of Abel had a three-fold sound. It spoke in the conscience of Cain. Hardened though he was, and like a very devil in his sin, yet he was not so deaf in his conscience that he could not hear the voice of blood. The first thing that Abel's blood said to Cain was this : Ah! guilty wretch, to spill thy brother's blood ! As he saw it trickling from the wound and flowing down in streams, he looked at it, and as the sun shone on it, and the red glare came into his eye, it seemed to say, “Ab! cursed wretch, for the son of thine own mother thou hast slain. Thy wrath was vile enough, when thy countenance fell, but to rise up against thy brother and take away his life, Oh ! how vile !" It seemed to say to him, “ What had he done that thou shouldst take his life? Wherein had he offended thee? Was not his conduct blameless, and his conversation pure ? If thou hadst smitten a villain or a thief, men might not have blamed thee ; but this blood is pure, clean, perfect blood ; how couldest thou kill such a man as this ?” And Cain put his hand across his brow, and felt there was a sense of guilt there that he had never felt before. And then the blood said to him again, “Why, whither wilt thou go ? Thou shalt be a vagabond as long as thou Jivest.” A cold chill ran through him, and he said, “Whosoever findeth me will kill me.” And though God promised him he should live, no doubt he was always afraid. If he saw a company of men together, he would hide himself in a thicket, or if in his solitary wanderings he saw a man at a distance, he started back, and sought to bury his head, so that none should observe him. In the stillness of the night he started up in his dreams. It was but his wife that slept by his side; but he thought he felt some one's hands gripping his throat, and about to take away his life. Then he would sit up in his bed and look around at the grim shadows, thinking some fiend was haunting him and seeking after him. Then, as he rose to go about his business, he trembled. He trembled to be alone, he trembled to be in company. When he was alone he seemed not to be alone ; the ghost of his brother seemed staring him in his face; and when he was in company, he dreaded the voice of men, for he seemed to think every one cursed him, and he thought every one knew the crime he had committed, and no doubt they did, and every man shunned him. No man would take his hand, for it was red with blood, and his very child upon his knee was afraid to look up into his father's face, for there was the mark which God had set upon him. His very wife could scarcely speak to him,-for she was afraid that from the lips of him who had been cursed of God some curse might fall on her. The very earth cursed him. He no sooner put his foot upon the ground, than where it had been a garden before it suddenly turned into a desert, and the fair rich soil became hardened into an arid rock. Guilt, like a grim chamberlain, with fingers bloody red, did draw the curtain of his bed each night. His crime refused him sleep. It spoke in his heart, and the walls of his memory

reverberated the dying cry of his murdered brother. And no doubt that blood spoke one more thing to Cain. It said, “Cain, although thou mayest now be spared, there is no hope for thee; thou art a man accursed on earth, and accursed for ever; God hath condemned thee here, and he will damn thee hereafter." And so wherever Cain went, he never found hope. Though he searched for it in the mountain top, yet he found it not there. Hope that was left to all men, was denied to him : hopeless, houseless, helpless vagabond, he wandered up and down the surface of the earth. Oh! Abel's blood had a terrible voice indeed.

But now see the sweet change as ye listen to the blood of Christ. It “speaketh better things than that of Abel." Friend! hast thou ever heard the blood of Christ in thy conscience? I have, and I thank God I ever heard that sweet soft voice.

“ Once a sinner near despair ;

Sought the mercy seat by prayer." He prayed : he thought he was praying in vain. The tears gushed from his eyes ; his heart was heavy within him ; he sought, but he found no mercy. Again, again, and yet again, he besieged the throne of the heavenly grace and knocked at mercy's door. Oh ! who can tell the mill-stone that lay upon his beating heart, and the iron that did eat into his soul. He was a prisoner in sore bondage ; deep, as he thought, in the bondage of despair was he chained, to perish for ever. That prisoner one day heard a voice, which said to him, “Away, away, to Calvary !" Yet he trembled at the voice, for he said, “Why should I go thither, for there my blackest sin was committed ; there I murdered the Saviour by my trangressions ? Why should I go to see the murdered corpse of him who became my brother born for adversity ?" But mercy beckoned, and she said, "Come, come away, sinner!” And the sinner followed. The chains were on his legs and on his hands, and he could scarcely creep along. Still the black vulture Destruction seemed hovering in the air. But he crept as best he could, till he came to the foot of the hill of Calvary. On the summit he saw a cross; blood was distilling from the bands, and from the feet, and from the side ; and mercy touched his ears and said, “Listen !" and he heard that blood speak ; and as it spoke the first thing it said was, “ Love!” And the second thing it said was, “Mercy!” The third thing it said was, “Pardon.” The next thing it said was, "Acceptance." The next thing it said was, “Adoption.” The next thing it said was, “Security." And the last thing it whispered was, “lIeaven." And as the kinner heard that voice, he said within himself, " And does that blood speak to me ?" And the Spirit said, " To thee-to thee it speaks." And he listened, and oh what music did it seem to his poor troubled heart, for in a moment all his doubts were gone. He had no sense of guilt. He knew that he was vile, but he saw that his vileness was all washed away; he knew that he was guilty, but he saw his guilt all atoned for, through the precious blood that was flowing there. He had been full of dread before : he dreaded life, he dreaded death ; but now he had no dread at all ; a joyous confidence took possession of his heart. He looked to Christ, and he said, “I know that my Redeemer liveth ," he clasped the Saviour in his arms, and he began to sing :-*Oh! confident am I; for this blest blood was shed for me." And then Despair fled and Destruction was driven clean away; and instead thereof came the bright white-winged angel of Assurance, and she dwelt in his bosom, saying evermore to him, " Thou art accepted in the Beloved; thou art chosen of God and precious : thou art his child now, and thou shalt be his favourite throughout eternity.” “The blood of Christ speaketh better things than that of Abel.”

And now I must have you notice that the blood of Christ bears a comparison with the blood of Abel in one or two respects, but it excelleth in them all.

The blood of Abel cried “Justice !” It was but right that the blood should be revenged. Abel had no private pique against Cain ; doubtless could Abel have done so, he would have forgiven his brother ; but the blood spoke justly, and only asked its due when it shouted “ Vengeance ! vengeance i vengeance !” And Christ's blood speaketh justly, when it saith, “Mercy !” Christ has as much right to demand mercy upon sinners, as Abel's blood had to cry vengeance against Cain. When Christ saves a sinner, he does not save him on the sly, or against law or justice, but be saves him justly. Christ has a right to save whom he will save, to have mercy on whom he will have mercy, for he can do it justly, he can be just, and yet be the justifier of the ungodly.

Again, Abel's blood cried effectively it did not cry in vain. It said, " Revenge !” and revenge it had. And Christ's blood, blessed be his name, never cries in vain. It saith, “Pardon ;" and pardon every believer shall have ; it saith, “ Acceptance,” and every penitent is accepted in the Beloved. If that blood cry for me, i know it cannot cry in vain. That all-prevailing blood of Christ shall never miss its due ; it must, it shall be heard. Shall Abel's blood startle heaven, and shall not the blood of Christ reach the ears of the Lord God of Sabaoth ?

And again, Abel's blood cries continually, there is the mercy-seat, and there is the cross, and the blood is dropping on the mercy-seat. I have sinned a sin. Christ says, “Father, forgive him." There is one drop. I sin again : Christ intercedes again. There is another drop. In fact, it is the drop that intercedes, Christ need not speak with his mouth ; the drops of blood, as they fall upon the mercy-seat, each seemeth to say, “Forgive him ! forgive him ! forgive him !”.

Dear friend, when thou hearest the voice of conscience, stop and try to hear the voice of the blood too. Oh! what a precious thing it is to hear the voice of the blood of Christ. You who do not know what that means, do not know the very essence and joy of life ; but you who understand that, can say, “ The dropping of the blood is like the music of heaven upon earth.” Poor sinner ! I would ask thee to come and listen to that voice that distils upon thy ears and thy heart to-day. Thou art full of sin ; the Saviour bids thee lift thine eyes to him. See, there, his blood is flowing from his head, his hands, his feet, and every drop that falls, still cries, “Father, O forgive them! Father, O forgive them." And each drop seems to say also as it falls, “ It is finished : I have made an end of sin, I have brought in everlasting righteousness.” Oh! sweet, sweet language of the dropping of the blood of Christ ! It “ speaketh better things than that of Abel."

II. Having thus, I trust, sufficiently enlarged upon this subject I shall now close by addressing you with a few earnest words concerning the second point. -THE CONDITION INTO WHICH EVERY CHRISTIAN 18 BROUGHT. He is said to be

come to the blood of sprinkling." I shall make this a very brief matter, but a very solemn and pointed one. My hearers, have you come to the blood of Christ? I do not ask you whether you have come to a knowledge of doctrine, or of an observance of ceremonies, or of a certain form of experience; but I ask you if you have come to the blood of Christ. If you have, I know how you come. You must come to the blood of Christ with no merits of your own. Guilty, lost, and helpless, you must come to that blood, and to that blood alone, for your hopes; you come to the cross of Christ and to that blood too, I know, with a trembling and an aching heart. Some of you remember how you first came, cast down and full of despair; but that blood recovered you. And this one thing I know: if you have come to that blood once, you will come to it every day. Your life will be just this

— "Looking unto Jesus." And your whole conduct will be epitomized in this —"Tc whoni coming as unto a living stone." Not to whom I have come, but to whom I am always coming. If thou hast ever come to the blood of Christ thou wilt feel thy need of coming to it every day. He that does not desire to wash in that fountain every day, has never washed in it at all. I feel it every day to be my joy and my privilege that there is still a fountain opened. I trust I came to Christ year! ago; but ah! I could not trust to that, unless I could come again to-day. Past experiences are doubtful things to a Christian; it is present coming to Christ that must give us joy and comfort. Did you not, some of you, sing twenty years ago that hymn,

“My faith doth lay her land

On that dear head of thine,
While like a penitent I stand,

And there confess my sin." Why, beloved you can sing it as well to-day as you did then ? I was reading the other day some book, in whicb the author states, that we are not to come to Christ as sinners as long as we live; he says we are to grow into saints. Ah! he did not know much, I am sure; for saints are sinners still, and they have always to come to Christ as sinners. If ever I go to the throne of God as a saint, I get repulsed; but when I go just as a poor humble seeking sinner, relying upon nothing but thy blood, O Jesus, I never can get a repulse, I am sure. To whom coming as unto "blood that speaketh better things than that of Abel.” Let this be our experience every day.

But there are some here who confess that they never did come. I cannot exhort you, then, to come every day, but I exhort you to come now for the first time. But

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you say, “May I come?” Yes, if thou art wishing to come thou mayest come; if thou feelest that thou hast need to come thou mayest come.

“ All the fitness he requireth,

Is to feel your need of him;" And even

“ This he gives you,

'Tis his Spirit's rising beam.” But you say, “I must bring some merits.” Hark to the blood that speaks! It says, " Sinner, I am full of merit: why bring thy merits here?” “Ah! but," thou sayest “I have too much sin.” Hark to the blood: as it falls, it cries, “Of many offences unto justification of life.” “ Ah! but,” thou sayest, “I know I am too guilty." Hark to the blood! “Though your sins be as scarlet I will make them as wool; though they be red like crimson they shall be whiter than snow.” “Nay," says one, “but I have such a poor desire, I have such a little faith.” Hark to the blood! bruised reed I will not break, and smoking flax I will not quench." "Nay, but," thou sayest, “I know he will cast me out, if I do come.” Hark to the blood! “All that the Father giveth me shall come to me, and him that cometh to me I will in no wise cast out." • Nay, but," sayest thou, “I know I have so many sins that I cannot be forgiven.” Now, hear the blood once more, and I have done. “The blood of Jesus Christ, his Son, cleanseth us from all sin." That is the blood's testimony, and its testimony to thee. “There are three that bear witness on earth, the Spirit, and the water, and the blood;” and behold the blood's witness is—* The blood of Jesus Christ, his Son, cleanseth us from all sin.” Come, poor sinner, cast thyself simply on that truth. Away with your good works and all your trustings! Lie simply flat on that sweet word of Christ. Trust his blood; and if thou canst put thy trust alone in Jesus, in his sprinkled blood, it shall speak in thy conscience better things than that of Abel.

I am afraid there are many that do not know what we mean by believing. Good Dr. Chalmers once visiting a poor old woman, told her to believe in Christ, and she said, “ But that is just the thing I do not know what you mean by.” So Dr. Chal. mers said, “ Trust Christ.” Now, that is just the meaning of believing. Trust him with your soul; trust him with your sins; trust him with the future; trust laim with the past; trust him with everything. Say,

“A guilty, weak, and worthless worm,

On Christ's kind arms I fall;
Be thou my strength and righteousness,

My Jesus and my all.”
Play the Lorð now give you his blessing; for Jesus Christ's sake. Amen.

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