{"collection":"scripture-revelation","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_8731/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_8731","id":"gutenberg_8731","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/8731","summary":null,"tags":["Category: Essays, Letters & Speeches","Category: History - American","Category: Religion/Spirituality","Christianity","Sermons, American"],"text":"Produced by Jared Fuller\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nFIVE SERMONS\n\nBY THE RT. REV. H.B. WHIPPLE, D.D., LL.D. BISHOP OF MINNESOTA\n\n1890\n\nPREFACE\n\nMy only excuse for printing these sermons is the request of friends who\ncould not secure copies of them.  They are printed as delivered, and the\nrepetition of incidents was a part of the historical statement.  The\nThird and Fifth Sermons were preached without notes and reported by a\nstenographer. H.B.W.\n\n\n\nCONTENTS\n\nI.   SERMON AT THE OPENING SERVICES OF THE GENERAL CONVENTION,\n     OCTOBER 1889\n\nII.  SERMON AT THE FARIBAULT CELEBRATION OF THE CENTENNIAL\n     OF THE INAUGURATION OF GEORGE WASHINGTON, 1789-1889\n\nIII. SERMON AT THE SECOND ANNUAL MEETING OF THE MISSIONARY COUNCIL\n     IN WASHINGTON, D.C., NOVEMBER 1888\n\nIV.  ADDRESS IN LAMBETH CHAPEL, AT THE FIRST SESSION OF THE LAMBETH\n     CONFERENCE, JULY 3, 1888\n\nV.   SERMON AT THE FOURTH ANNUAL CONVENTION OF THE BROTHERHOOD OF\n     ST. ANDREW, IN CLEVELAND, OHIO, SEPT. 29, 1889\n\n\n\n\nI.  SERMON AT THE OPENING SERVICES OF THE GENERAL CONVENTION,\n    OCTOBER 2, 1889.\n\n\n\"We have heard with our ears, O God, our fathers have told us, what\nwork Thou didst their days, in the times of old.\"--PSALM xliv. I.\n\n\nBrethren: I shall take it for granted that there is a visible Church;\nthat it was founded by Our Lord Jesus Christ, and has His promise that\nthe gates of hell shall never prevail against it.  We believe that ours\nis a pure branch of the apostolic Church; that it has a threefold\nministry; that its two sacraments--Baptism and the Supper of the Lord--are\nof perpetual obligation, and are divine channels of grace; that the\nfaith once delivered to the saints is contained in the Catholic creeds,\nand has the warrant of Holy Scripture which was written by inspiration\nof God.  On this centennial day I shall speak of the history and mission\nof this branch of the Church of our Lord Jesus Christ.\n\nIt was a singular providence that this continent, laden with the bounty\nof God, was unoccupied by civilization for thousands of years.  America\nwas discovered by a devout son of the Latin Church, whose name--\nChristopher, Christ-bearer, and Columbus, the dove--ought to have been\nthe prophecy that he would bear the Gospel to the New World.  It was at\na time when Savonarola, with the zeal of a prophet of God and the\neloquence of a Chrysostom, was laboring to awaken the Church to a new\nlife.  No nation ever had a nobler mission than Spain.  That mission was\nforfeited by unholy greed and untold cruelty.  It was lost forever.\nOther nations claimed the continent for their own.  In the providence of\nGod; this last of the nations was founded by the English-speaking race.\nI reverently believe that it was because they recognize as no other\npeople the two truths which underlie the possibility of constitutional\ngovernment, i.e., the inalienable rights of the individual citizen, and\nloyalty to government as a delegated trust from God, who alone has the\nright to govern.  These lessons are intertwined with two thousand years\nof history.  They reach back to the days when the savage Briton came in\ncontact with Roman civilization and Roman law, and have been deepened by\ncenturies of Christian influences which have changed our savage fathers\ninto truth-speaking, liberty-loving Christian men.\n\nMore marvellous are the providences intertwined with the history of the\nChurch.  It was planted by apostolic men, and numbered heroes like St.\nPatrick and St. Alban before the missionary Augustine came to\nCanterbury.  Through all of its history it has been the Church of the\nEnglish-speaking race.  The liturgy contains the purest English of any\nbook, except the English Bible, which was translated by her sons.  The\nritual which Augustine found in England came from the East; and the\nliturgy which he introduced was, by the advice of Gregory, taken from\nmany national Churches.  The Venerable Hooker said: \"Our liturgy was\nmust be acknowledged as the singular work of the providence of God.\"  In\nits services it represents the Church of the English-speaking race.  The\nexhortation to pray for the child to be baptized, the direction to put\npure water into the font at each baptism, the sign of the cross, the\nwords of the reception of the baptized, the joining of hands in holy\nmatrimony, the \"dust to dust\" of the burial,--are peculiar to the offices\nof the English-speaking people.  In the Holy Communion, the rubric found\nin all western Churches, commanding the priest, after consecration, to\nkneel and worship the elements, never found a place in any service-book\nof the Church of England.  The Book of Common Prayer has preserved for\nus Catholic faith and Catholic worship.\n\n\nThe first English missionary priest in America of whose services we have\nrecord was Master Wolfall, who celebrated the Holy Communion in 1578 for\nthe crews of Martin Forbisher on the shores of Hudson Bay, amid whose\nsolitudes Bishop Horden has won whole heathen tribes to Jesus Christ.\nAt about the same time the Rev. Martin Fletcher, the chaplain of Sir\nFrancis Drake, celebrated the Holy Communion in the bay of San\nFrancisco, a prophecy that these distant shores should become our\ninheritance.  A few years later (1583), divine service was held in the\nbay of St. John's, Newfoundland, for Sir Humphrey Gilbert, and when his\nill-fated ship foundered at sea, the last words of the hero-admiral\nwere, \"We are as near heaven by sea as by land.\"  The mantle of Gilbert\nfell on Sir Walter Raleigh, who was commissioned by Queen Elizabeth to\nbear the evangel of God's love to the New World.  The faith behind the\nadventures of these men is seen in a woodcut of Raleigh's vessels at\nanchor; a pinnace, with a man at the mast-head bearing a cross,\napproaching the shore with the message of the Gospel.  To some of us\nwhose hearts have been touched with pity for the red men, its is a\nbeautiful incident that the first baptism on these shores was that of an\nIndian chief, Mateo, on the banks of the Roanoke.  In May, 1607, the\nfirst services on the shore of New England were held by the Rev. Richard\nSeymour.  Missionary services in the wilderness were not unlike those of\nour pioneer bishops.  \"We did hang an awning to the trees to shield us\nfrom the sun, our walls were rails of wood, our seats unhewed trees, our\npulpit a bar of wood--this was our 'church.'\"  It was in this church that\nthe Rev. Robert Hunt celebrated the first communion in Virginia, June\n21, 1607.  The missionary spirit of the times is seen when Lord De la\nWarr and his companions went in procession to the Temple Church in\nLondon to receive the Holy Communion.  The Rev. Richard Crashaw said in\nhis sermon: \"Go forward in the strength of the Lord, look not for\nwealth, look only for the things of the kingdom of God--you go to win the\nheathen to the Gospel.  Practise it yourselves.  Make the name of Christ\nhonorable.  What blessings any nation has had by Christ must be given to\nall the nations of the earth.\"  The first act of Governor De la Warr, on\nlanding in Virginia, was to kneel in silent prayer, and then, with the\nwhole people, they went to church, where the services were conducted by\nthe Rev. Richard Burke.  In 1611 the saintly Alexander Whittaker\nbaptized Pocahontas.  Disease and death often blighted the colonies, and\nyet the old battle cry rang out--\"God will found the State and build the\nChurch.\"  The work was marred by immoral adventurers, and it was not\nuntil these were repressed with a strong hand by Sir Thomas Dale that a\nnew life dawned in Virginia.\n\nThe first elective assembly of the New World met in 1619.  It was opened\nby prayer.  Its first enactment was to protect the Indians from\noppression.  Its next was to found a university.  In the first\nlegislative assembly which met in the choir of the Church in Jamestown,\nmore than one year before the Mayflower left the shores of England, was\nthe foundation of popular government in America.  Time would fail me to\ntell the story inwrought in the lives of men like Rev. William Clayton\nof Philadelphia, the Rev. Atkin Williamson of South Carolina, and the\nRev. John Wesley and the Rev. George Whitefield, also sons of the Church\nin Georgia.\n\n\nThe Church of England had no rights in the English colony of\nMassachusetts.  The Rev. William Blaxton, the Rev. Richard Gibson, and\nthe Rev. Robert Jordan endured privation and suffering, and were accused\n\"as addicted to the hierarchy of the Church of England,\" \"guilty of\noffence against the Commonwealth by baptizing children on the Lord's\nDay,\" and \"the more heinous sin of provoking the people to revolt by\nquestioning the divine right of the New England theocracy.\"  An new life\ndawned on the Church in America when, in 1701, there was organized in\nEngland \"The Society for the Propagation of the Gospel in Foreign\nParts.\"  It awakened a new missionary spirit.  Princess Anne, afterward\nQueen of England, became its lifelong patron.  The blessed work among\nthe Mohawks was largely due to her, and when these Indians were removed\nto Canada and left sheperdless, their chief, Joseph Brant, officiated as\nlay reader for twenty years.  The men sent out by the society--the Rev.\nSamuel Thomas, the Rev. George Keith, the Rev. Patrick Gordon, the Rev.\nJohn Talbot, and others--were Christian heroes.  No fact in the history\nof the colonial Church had so marked influence as the conversion of\nTimothy Cutler, James Wetmore, Samuel Johnson, and Daniel Brown to the\nChurch.  Puritans mourned that the \"gold had become dim.\"  Churchmen\nrejoiced that some of the foremost scholars in Connecticut had returned\nto the Church.  I pass over the trials of the Church in the eighteenth\ncentury, to the meeting of the Continental Congress in 1774.  It was\nproposed to open Congress with prayer.  Objections were made on account\nof the religious differences of the delegates.  Old Samuel Adams arose,\nwith his white hair streaming on his shoulders,--the same earnest Puritan\nwho, in 1768, had written to England:   \"We hope in God that no such\nestablishment as the Protestant episcopate shall ever take place in\nAmerica,\"--and said: \"Gentlemen, shall it be said that it is possible\nthat there can be any religious differences which will prevent men from\ncrying to that God who alone can save them?  I move that the Rev. Dr.\nDuch\u00e9, minister of Christ Church in this city, be asked to open this\nCongress with prayer.\"  John Adams, writing to his wife, said: \"Never\ncan I forget that scene.  There were twenty Quakers standing by my side,\nand we were all bathed in tears.\"  When the Psalms for the day were\nread, it seemed as if Heaven was pleading for the oppressed: \"O Lord,\nfight thou against them that fight against me.\"  \"Lord, who is like Thee\nto defend the poor and the needy?\"  \"Avenge thou my cause, my Lord, my\nGod.\"  On the 4th of July 1776, Congress published to the world that\nthese colonies were, and of right ought to be, free.  We believe that a\nmajority of those who signed this declaration were sons of the Church.\nThe American colonists were not rebels; they were loyal, God-fearing\nmen.  The first appeal that Congress made to the colonies was \"for the\nwhole people to keep one and the same day as a day of fasting and prayer\nfor the restoration of the invaded rights of America, and reconciliation\nwith the parent State.\"  They stood for their inalienable rights,\nguaranteed to them by the Magna Charta, which nobles, headed by Bishop\nStephen Langton, had wrung from King John.  The English clergy had at\nordination taken an oath of allegiance to the British Crown.  Many who\nsympathized with their oppressed country felt bound to pray for King\nGeorge until another government was permanently established.  Others,\nlike Dr. Provost, retired to private life.  For two hundred years an\nEpiscopal Church had no resident Bishop.  No child of the Church\nreceived confirmation.  No one could take orders without crossing the\nAtlantic, where one man in five lost his life by disease or shipwreck.\nAt one time the Rev. William White was the only clergyman of the Church\nin Pennsylvania.  Even after we  had received the episcopate, the\noutlook was so hopeless that one of her bishops said, \"I am willing to\ndo all I can for the rest of my days, but there will be no such Church\nwhen I am gone.\"  When William Meade told Chief Justice Marshall that he\nwas to take orders in the Episcopal Church, the Chief Justice said, \"I\nthought that this Church had perished in the Revolution.\"  Of the less\nthan two hundred clergy, many had returned to England or retired to\nprivate life.  In some of the colonies the endowments of the Church had\nbeen confiscated.  There was no discipline for clergy or laity, and it\ndid seem as if the vine of the Lord's planting was to perish out of the\nland.\n\n\nOn the Feast of the Annunciation, 1783, ten of the clergy of Connecticut\nmet in the glebe house at Woodbury to elect a bishop.  They met\nprivately, for the Church was under the ban of civil authority, and they\nfeared the revival of bitter opposition to an American episcopate which\nmight alarm the English bishops and defeat their efforts.  They did not\ncome to make a creed, or frame a liturgy, or found a Church.  They met\nto secure that which was lacking for the complete organization of the\nChurch, and thus perpetuate for their country that ministry whose\ncontinuity was witnessed through all the ages in a living body, which is\nthe body of Christ.  I know of no greater heroism than that which sent\nSamuel Seabury to ask of the bishops of the Church of England the\nepiscopate for the scattered flock of Christ.  You remember the fourteen\nmonths' weary waiting, and when his prayer was refused in England, God\nled him to the persecuted Church of Scotland.  Now go with me to\nAberdeen; it is an upper room, a congregation of clergy and laity are\npresent.  The bishops and Robert Kilgour, Bishop of Aberdeen, Arthur\nPetrie, Bishop of Moray, and John Skinner, Coadjutor Bishop of Aberdeen,\nwho preached the sermon.  The prayers were ended; Samuel Seabury, a\nkingly man, kneels for the imposition of apostolic hands, and, according\nto the godly usage of the Catholic Church, is consecrated bishop, and\nmade the first apostle for the New World.  None can tell what, under\nGod, we owe to those venerable men.  They signed a concordat binding\nthemselves and successors to use the Prayer of Invocation in the\nScottish Communion Office, which sets forth that truth which is\ninwrought in all the teachings of our blessed Lord and His apostles,\nthat the communion of the Body and Blood of Christ is limited to the\nworthy receiver of this blessed sacrament.  The consecration of Seabury\ntouched the heart of the English Church.\n\nIn 1783 the Church of England did not have one bishop beyond its shores.\nThere are to-day fifteen bishops in Africa, six in China and Japan, and\ntwenty-three in Australia and the Pacific Islands, ten in India, seven\nin the West Indies, and eighty-five in British North America and the\nUnited States.  Every colony of the British Empire and every State and\nTerritory of the United States has its own bishop, except the Territory\nof Alaska.\n\nOn February 4th, 1787, the Rev. Dr. Samuel Provost, D.D., were\nconsecrated bishops in Lambeth Chapel, by John Moore, Archbishop of\nCanterbury, William Markham, Archbishop of York, Charles Moss, Bishop of\nBath and Wells, and John Hinchcliffe, Bishop of Peterborough.  The\nsermon was preached by the chaplain of the primate.  Our minister to\nEngland, Hon. John Adams, urged the application of Drs. Provost and\nWhite, and in after years wrote: \"There is no part of my life I look\nback with more satisfaction than the part I took--daring and hazardous as\nit was to myself and mine--in the introduction of episcopacy to America.\"\nSamuel Provost was a devoted patriot and one of the ripest scholars of\nAmerica.  In the convention which elected him Bishop of New York were\nJohn Jay, Washington's chief justice, Marinus Willet, one of\nWashington's favorite generals, James Duane, John Alsop, R.R.\nLivingston, and William Duer, members of the Continental Congress, and\nDavid Brooks, commissary-general of the Revolution, and personal friend\nof Washington.  If less prominent in his episcopal administration,\nBishop Provost's name as a patriot was a tower of strength to the infant\nChurch.\n\nOf Bishop White we can say, as John Adams said of Roger Sherman, \"He was\npure as an angel and firm as Mount Atlas.\"  He was beloved and\nreverenced by all Christian people.  When Congress declared the colonies\nindependent States in 1776, he at once took the oath of allegiance to\nthe new government.  When a friend warned him that he had put his neck\nin a halter, he replied: \"I know the danger; the cause is just; I have\nput my faith in God.\"  In 1777 he was elected chaplain of Congress, and\nheld the office (except when Congress met in New York) until the capital\nwas removed to Washington.  Francis Hopkinson, a distinguished signer of\nthe Declaration of Independence, and other loyal sons of the country,\nwere among those who elected him Bishop of Pennsylvania.\n\nOne hundred years ago today the representatives of the Church in the\ndifferent States met to adopt a constitution.  There had been tentative\nefforts to effect an organization and adopt a Book of Common Prayer, all\nof which were overruled by the good providence of God.  Many not of our\nfold desired a liturgy.  Benjamin Franklin published at his own expense\na revised copy of the English liturgy.  The House of Bishops was\ncomposed of Bishop Seabury and Bishop White. Bishop Provost was absent.\nIn the House of Clerical and Lay Deputies were the Rev. Abraham Jarvis,\nthe Rev. Robert Smith, and the Rev. Samuel Parker, who became bishops.\nThey met to show the world that the charter of the Church is perpetual,\nand that the Church has the power to adapt herself to all the conditions\nof human society.  They met to consolidate the scattered fragments of\nthe Church in the thirteen colonies into a national Church, and secure\nfor themselves and children Catholic faith and worship in the Book of\nCommon Prayer.  They builded wiser than they knew.  They secured for the\nChurch self-government, free from all secular control.  They preserved\nthe traditions of the past, and yet every feature of executive,\nlegislative, and judicial administration was in harmony with the\nConstitution of the Republic.  They gave the laity a voice in the\ncouncil of the Church; they provided that bishops and clergy should be\ntried by their peers, and that the clergy and laity of each diocese\nshould elect their own bishop subject to the approval of the whole\nChurch.  There was the most delightful fraternal intercourse between the\ntwo bishops.  In the words of our Presiding Bishop, \"The blessed results\nof that convention were due, under the guidance of the Holy Spirit, to\nthe steadfast gentleness of Bishop White and the gentle steadfast--of\nBishop Seabury.\"  A century has passed.  The Church which was then\neverywhere spoken against is everywhere known and respected; the mantle\nof Seabury, White, Hobart, Ravenscroft, Eliot, De Lancey, and Kemper has\nfallen on others, and her sons are in the forefront of that mighty\nmovement which will people this land with millions of souls.  While we\nsay with grateful hearts, \"What hath God wrought!\" we also say, \"Not\nunto us, O Lord, not unto us, but unto Thy Nave give the praise.\"\nSurely, an awful responsibility rests upon a Church whose history is so\nfull of the mercy of God.  We are living in the great missionary age of\nthe Church.  There is no nation on the earth to whom we may not carry\nthe Gospel.  More than eight hundred millions of souls for whom Christ\ndied have not heard that there is a Saviour.   One of the hinderances to\nthe speedy evangelization of the world is the division among\nChristians,--alas! both within and without the Church.  Our Saviour said:\n\"By this shall all men know that ye are my disciples, if ye have love\none to another.\"  Christians have been separated in hostile camps, and\noften divisions have ripened into hatred.  The saddest of all is that\nthe things which separate us are not necessary for salvation.  The\ntruths in which we agree are part of the Catholic faith.  In the words\nof Dr. Dollinger, \"we can say each to the other as baptized, we are on\neither side, brothers and sisters in Christ.  In the great garden of the\nLord, let us shake hands over these confessional hedges, and let us\nbreak them down, so as to be able to embrace one another altogether.\nThese hedges are doctrinal divisions about which either we or you are in\nerror.  If you are in the wrong, we do not hold you morally culpable;\nfor your education, surroundings, knowledge, and training made the\nadherence to these doctrines excusable and even right.  Let us examine,\ncompare, and investigate the matter together, and we shall discover the\nprecious pearl of peace and unity; and then let us join hands together\nin cultivating and cleansing the garden of the Lord, which is overgrown\nwith weeds.\"  There are blessed signs that the Holy Spirit is deepening\nthe spiritual life of widely separated brothers.  Historical Churches\nare feeling the pulsation of a new life from the Incarnate God.  All\nChristian folk see that the Holy Spirit has passed over these human\nbarriers and set His seal to the labors of separated brethren in Christ.\nThe ever-blessed Comforter is quickening in Christian hearts the divine\nspirit of charity.  Christians are learning more and more the theology\nwhich centres in the person of Jesus Christ.  It is this which worldwide\nis creating a holy enthusiasm to stay the flood of intemperance,\nimpurity, and sin at home, and gather lost heathen folk into the fold of\nChrist.  In our age every branch of the Church can call over the roll of\nits confessors and martyr, and so link its history to the purest ages of\nthe Church.  We would not rob them of one sheaf they have gathered into\nthe garner of the Lord.  We share in every victory and we rejoice in\nevery triumph.  There is not one of that great company who have washed\ntheir robes white in the blood of the Lamb, who is not our kinsman in\nChrist.  Brothers in Christ of every name, shall we not pray for the\nhealing of the wounds of the body of Christ, that the world may believe\nin him?\n\nWe are perplexed by the unbelief and sin of our time.  The Christian\nfaith is assailed not only with scoffs of old as Celsus and Julian, but\nalso with the keenest intellectual criticism of Divine revelation, the\nopposition of alleged scientific facts, and a Corinthian worldliness\nwhose motto is \"Eat and drink, for to-morrow we die.\"  In many places\nChristian homes are dying out.  Crime and impurity are coming in as a\nflood, and anarchy raises its hated form in a land where all men are\nequal before the law.  The lines between the Church and the world are\ndim.  Never did greater problems confront a council of the Church.  An\nApostolic Church has a graver work than discussion about its name or the\namending of its canons and rubrics.  I fear that some of this unbelief\nis a revolt from a caricature of God.  These mechanical ideas about the\nuniverse are the outcome of a mechanical theology which has lost sight\nof the Fatherhood of God.  There is much honest unbelief.  In these\nyearnings of humanity, in its clubs, brotherhoods, and orders, in their\nreadiness to share all things with their brothers, I see unconscious\nprophecies of the brotherhood of all men as the children of one God and\nFather.  Denunciation will not silence unbelief.  The name infidel has\nlost its terrors.  There in only one remedy.  It is in the spirit, the\npower, and the love of Jesus Christ.  Philosophy cannot touch the want.\nIt offers no hand to grasp, no Saviour to trust, no God to save.  When\nmen see in us the hand, the heart, and the love of Christ, they will\nbelieve in the brotherhood of men and the Fatherhood of God.\n\nThere was nothing which impressed your bishops in the late visit to\nEngland more than the service in the cathedral at Durham.  The church,\nwith its thousand years of history was thronged.  The chants were sung\nby two thousand choristers in surplices.  The sermon was preached by the\nBishop of Western New York.  This grand service was to set apart some\nBible readers and lay-preachers to go into the collieries to tell these\ntoilers of the love of Jesus Christ.  The same awful problems stare us\nin the face,--the centralization of swarms of souls in the cities; the\nwealth of the nation in fewer hands; competition making a life-and-death\nstruggle for bread; the poorest sinking into hopeless despair; and the\nrichest often forgetting that Lazarus at his gate is a child of the same\nGod and Father.  We, too, must send our best men and women wherever\nthere is sin, sorrow, and death, to work and suffer, and, if need be,\ndie for Christ.\n\nWe are living in the eventide of the world, when all things point toward\nthe second coming of our King.  God has placed the English-speaking\npeople in the fore-part of the nations.  They number one-tenth of the\nhuman family, and I believe God calls them to do the work of the last\ntime.  The wealth of the world is largely in Christian hands.  There\nnever have been such opportunities for Christian work.  Never such a\nharvest awaited the husbandman.\n\n\nYou may tell me of difficulties and dangers.  We have only one answer.\nSin, sorrow, and death are not the inventions of a Christian priest.\n\"There is only one Name under heaven whereby any man can be saved.\"  We\nhave nothing to do with results.  It is ours to work and pray, and pray\nand work and die.  So falls the seed into the earth, and so God gives\nthe harvest.  When the Church sends out embassies commensurate with the\ndignity of our King, it will be time to talk of failure.  Is the kingdom\nof Christ the only kingdom which has not the right to lay tribute on its\ncitizens?  The only failure is the failure to do God's work.  Was it\nfailure when Dr. Hill of blessed memory laid the foundation for that\nChristian school which the wisest statesmen say is the chief factor in\nthe regeneration of Greece?  Was it failure when James Lloyd Breck, our\napostle of the wilderness, carried the Gospel to the Indians?  Did\nWilliams, Selwyn, and Patteson fail in Polynesia?  Was it failure when\nHoffman and Auer died for Christ in Africa?  Have your great-hearted\nsons failed who have followed in the footsteps of the saintly Kemper,\nand laid with tears and prayers foundations for Christian schools which\nare the glory of the West?  Has the Gospel failed in Japan, where a\nnation is awakening into the life of Christian civilization? Never has\nGod given His Church more blessed rewards.  The century which has passed\nis only our school of preparation.  The voice of God's Providence says:\n\"Speak to the children of Israel that they go forward.\"  We have some\nproblems peculiar to ourselves.  Twenty-five years ago four millions of\nslaves received American citizenship.  The nation owes them a debt of\ngratitude.  During all the horrors of our civil war they were the\nprotectors of Southern women and children.  Knowing the failure of their\nmasters would be the guarantee of the freedom, there was not one act\nthat master or slave might wish to blot.  We ought not to forget it, and\nGod will not.  To-day there are eight millions.  They are here to stay.\nThey will not be disfranchised.  Through them Africa can be redeemed.\nThey ought to be our fellow-citizens in the kingdom of God.  In a great\ncrisis of missions the Holy Ghost sent Philip on a long journey to\npreach Christ to one man of Ethiopia.  The same blessed Spirit of God\ncalls us in the love of Christ to carry the Gospel in the Church to the\nmillions of colored citizens of the United States.\n\nBrethren, the time is short.  Since our last council nine of our noblest\nbishops have died.  Since I was consecrated, fifty-four bishops have\nentered into the rest if the people of God.  It is eventide.  A little\nmore work, a few more toils and prayers, and we who have lived and loved\nand worked together shall have a harvest in heaven.\n\n\n\n\n\nII. SERMON AT THE FARIBAULT CELEBRATION OF THE CENTENNIAL OF THE\nINAUGURATION OF GEORGE WASHINGTON, 1789-1889.\n\n\n\"Then Samuel took a stone and set it between Mizpeh and Shen, and called\nthe name of it Ebeneser, saying, Hitherto hath the Lord helped us.\"--\n1 SAMUEL vii. 12.\n\n\nNo words are more fitting on this Centennial day.  One hundred years ago\nGeorge Washington was inaugurated the first President of the United\nStates.  Words are powerless to express the grateful thoughts which\nswell patriot hearts.  Save that people whom God led out of Egypt with\nHis pillar of fire and His pillar of cloud, I know of no nation whose\nhistory is so full of the bounty of God.  This country was settled by\nEnglishmen.  They were bound by ties of affection to the mother country.\nThey were not rebels, they were loyal, God-fearing men.  The English\ncrown had violated rights which were guaranteed to them by the Magna\nCharta, which brave barons, headed by Bishop Stephen Langton, had wrung\nfrom King John and which under God has made English-speaking people the\nrepresentatives of constitutional government throughout the world.  It\nwas not until every plea for justice had been spurned, their sacred\nrights trampled upon, and the warnings of the wisest English statesmen\nunheeded, that the American colonies resolved to be independent and\nfree.  On the 5th of September, 1774, fifty-five delegates, from eleven\ncolonies, met in Smith's tavern, Philadelphia, and at the invitation of\nthe carpenters of that city adjourned to their hall.  Questions arose as\nto the numerical influence of the colonies.  Patrick Henry voiced the\nsentiment of Congress, \"I am not a Virginian, I am an American.\"  John\nJay, who represented the conservative element said, \"We have not come to\nmake a constitution; the measure of arbitrary power is not full, it must\nrun over before we undertake to frame a government.\"  It was proposed to\nopen Congress with prayer.  Objections were made on account of the\nreligious differences of the delegates.  Old Samuel Adams rose, with his\nlong white hair streaming on his shoulders (the same earnest Puritan who\nin 1768 had written to England, \"We hope in God that no such\nestablishment as the Protestant Episcopate shall ever take place in\nAmerica,\") and said, \"Gentlemen, shall it be said that it is possible\nthat there can be any religious difference which will prevent men from\ncrying to that God who alone can save them?  Puritan as I am, I move\nthat the Rev. Dr. Duch\u00e9, minister of Christ Church in the city, be\nasked to open this Congress with prayer.\"  John Adams, writhing to his\nwife, said, \"Never can I forget that scene.  There were twenty Quakers\nstanding by my side and we were all bathed in tears.  When Psalms for\nthe day were read, it seemed as if Heaven itself was pleading for the\noppressed: 'O Lord, fight thou against them that fight against me.\nLord, who is like unto Thee to defend the poor and needy.  Avenge Thou\nmy cause, my Lord and my God.'\"  Although filled with indignation at the\nblood which had been shed in Boston, Congress nevertheless issued an\nappeal to the people of England: \"You have been told that we are\nimpatient of government and desire independency.  These are calumnies.\nPermit us to be free as you are, and our union with you will be our\ngreatest glory.  But if your ministers sport with human rights, if\nneither the voice of justice, the principles of the constitution, nor\nhumanity will restrain them from shedding human blood in an impious\ncause, 'we will never submit.'  We ask peace, liberty and safety, and\nfor this we have laid our prayer at the feet of the king as a loving\nfather.\"  The battles at Lexington, Concord and Ticonderoga preceded the\nsecond meeting of Congress in May, 1775.  Their plea for justice had\nbeen spurned.  The outlook was dark as midnight.  These brave men\nrepresented no government, they had no power to make laws, they had no\nofficers to execute them, they could not impose customs, they had no\narmy, they did not own a foot of land, they owed the use of their hall\nto the courtesy of the artisans of Philadelphia.  On the 12th of June\nCongress made its first appeal to the people of twelve colonies, (\nGeorgia was not represented).  It was a solemn call for the whole people\nto observe one and the same day as a day of fasting and prayer \"for the\nrestoration of the invaded rights of America and reconciliation with the\nparent state.\"  They who sought the protection of God knew that under\nGod they must protect themselves.  All hearts turned to George\nWashington, a delegate from Virginia, and he was unanimously chosen to\nbe commander-in-chief.  When Congress met in July, 1776, the people had\nbeen branded as traitors; the slaves of Virginia had been incited to\ninsurrection, the torch and tomahawk of the savage had been let loose on\nfrontier settlements, an army of foreign mercenaries had landed on their\nshores, their ports were blockaded, an the army under Washington for\ntheir defence only numbered 6,749 men.  On the second day of July, 1776,\nwithout one dissenting colony, the representatives of the thirteen\ncolonies resolved that \"these United Colonies are, and of right ought to\nbe, free and independent States; that they are absolved from all\nallegiance to the British crown, and that all political connection\nbetween them and the State of Great Britain is and ought to be totally\ndissolved.\"  Two days later Benjamin Harrison, the great-grandfather of\nour present president, the chairman of the committee of the whole,\nreported to Congress the form in which that resolution was to be\npublished to the world, and the reasons by which it was to be justified.\nIt was the work of Thomas Jefferson, then aged thirty-three, and never\ndid graver responsibility rest on a young man than the preparation of\nthat immortal paper, and never was the duty more nobly fulfilled.  In\nthe original draft of the declaration there was the allegation that the\nking \"had prostituted his negative by suppressing every legislative\nattempt to prohibit or restrain this execrable commerce in human\nbeings.\"  This was struck out, as Mr. Jefferson tells us, in\n\"complaisance to South Carolina and Georgia, not without tenderness to\nNorthern Brethren who held slaves.\"  Time forbids my calling over the\nroll of these noble patriots who signed their names to our Magna Charta.\nThere is John Adams, of whom Jefferson said, \"He was our Colossus on\nthat floor, and spoke with such power as to move us from our seats.\"\nBenjamin Franklin, printer philosopher and statesman.  Roger Sherman, of\nwhom John Adams said, \"He is honest as an angel and firm as Mount\nAtlas.\"  Charles Carroll, who, when a member said, \"Oh, Carroll, you\nwill get off, there are so many Carrolls,\" stepped back to the desk and\nwrote after his name, \"of Carrollton.\"  John Hancock, who, when elected\nspeaker, Benjamin Harrison had playfully seated in the speaker's chair\nand said, \"We will show Mother Britain how little we care for her, by\nmaking a Massachusetts man our president, whom she has by proclamation\nexcluded from pardon.\"  A friend said to John Hancock, \"You have signed\nyour name large.\"   \"Yes,\" he replied, \"I wish John Bull to read it\nwithout spectacles.\"  Robert Morris, the financier and treasurer of the\nRevolution.  Elbridge Gerry, the youngest member, the friend of Gen.\nWarren, to whom Warren had said the night before the battle of Bunker\nHill, \"It is sweet to die for our country.\"  What a roll of names! the\nsilver-tongued Rutledge, brave Stockton, wise Rush, Lee--fifty-five noble\nnames, not one of whom who did not know that, as one member said, \"If we\ndo not hang together, we shall hang separately.\"  It was not timidity\nwhich made any of the delegates hesitate to take the irrevocable step.\nAll the associations of their lives, all the traditions and memories of\nthe past bound them by ties of kindred and affection to the mother\ncountry.  They were venturing on an unknown sea; there were no charts to\nguide them, no precedents to follow.  The truth was, as Jefferson so\ntersely said, \"The people wait for us to lead the way.  The question is\nnot whether by a declaration of independence we shall make ourselves\nwhat we are not, but whether we shall declare a fact which exists.\"  So\nalso John Adams said, \"The Revolution was effected before the war\ncommenced.\"\n\n\nI cannot tell the story of the seven year's war.  The articles of\nconfederation were sent to the States in 1778, but the last of the\nthirteen States, Maryland, did not adopt them until March, 1781.\nCongress under he confederacy dealt with the States and did not have the\nconfidence or the love of the people.  It required nine States to pass\nany measure of importance.  During the war the confederacy was a\npitiable failure.  It issued bills which no one would take, its\ncertificates of indebtedness and promises to pay were so worthless that\nit gave rise to the proverb, \"Not worth a continental.\"  Robert Morris,\nthe financier, pleaded hopelessly for help.  Alexander Hamilton\ndenounced the confederation as \"neither fit for war nor peace.\"  Even\nWashington, always hopeful, wrote in 1781: \"Our troops are fast\napproaching nakedness; our hospitals are without medicine; our sick are\nwithout meat; our public works are at a standstill; in a word, we are at\nthe end of our tether, and now or never deliverance must come.\"  At last\nvictory came--thanks to the generous assistance of France, to the heroism\nof leaders like Lafayette, Baron Steuben, and hosts of others, who gave\nus their fortunes and hazarded their lives for America, the war was\nended by the surrender of Lord Cornwallis.  Victor Hugo said, \"Napoleon\nwas not defeated at Waterloo by the allied forces.  It was God who\nconquered him.\"  Who that remembers Trenton, Valley Forge, Saratoga and\nYorktown, will not say God fought for our Washington?  In 1777 a Quaker\nhad occasion to pass through the woods near the headquarters of the\narmy; hearing a voice, he approached the spot, and saw Washington in\nprayer.  Returning home, he said to his wife: \"All's well! All's well!\nWashington will prevail.  I have thought that no man can be a soldier\nand a Christian.  George Washington has convinced me of my mistake.\"\nPeace was declared in 1783.  I have a water-color of the building used\nas the Department of State, in which the treaty of peace was signed--it\nwas a building 12 feet by 30.\n\n\nIn May,1787, delegates from all the States, except Rhode Island, met in\nthe state house in Philadelphia, with George Washington as president, to\ndraft a constitution for these United States.  All the delegates were\nconvinced of the utter failure of the articles of confederation, all\nwere convinced of the need of a stronger government.  Two parties\nhonestly differed and were determined to fight it out to the bitter end.\nAt one time it looked as if the convention must disband without\neffecting its object.  Franklin arose and said: \"Mr. President, the\nsmall progress we have made after five weeks is a melancholy proof of\nthe imperfection of human understanding--we have gone back to ancient\nhistory for models of government--we have viewed modern states--we find\nnone of their constitutions suitable to our circumstances--we are groping\nin the dark to find political truth, and are scarcely able to\ndistinguish it when presented to us.  How has it happened, sir, that we\nhave not once thought of humbly applying to the Father of Lights to\nillumine our understandings?  In the beginning of the contest with\nBritain, when we were sensible of danger, we had daily prayers in this\nroom for Divine protection.  Our prayers, sir, were heard and they were\ngraciously answered.  All of us have observed frequent instances of a\nsuperintending Providence in our favor.  To that kind Providence we owe\nthis happy opportunity of consulting in peace on the means to establish\nour nation.  Have we forgotten our powerful Friend?  Do we imagine that\nwe no longer need His assistance?  I have lived, sir, a long time, and\nthe longer I live the more convinced I am that God governs in the\naffairs of men.  If a sparrow cannot fall to the ground without His\nnotice, is it probable that an empire can rise without His aid?  We are\ntold, sir in the sacred writings, that 'except the Lord build the house,\nthey labor in vain that build it.'  I firmly believe this, and I also\nbelieve that without His aid we shall succeed in our political building\nno better than the builders of Babel.  We shall be divided by our\nlittle, partial, local interests, our projects will be confounded, and\nwe ourselves shall become a reproach and a byword to future ages.  I\ntherefore beg leave to move that henceforth prayers imploring the\nassistance of Heaven an its blessing on our deliberations be held in\nthis assembly every morning before we proceed to business, and that one\nor more of the clergy of this city be requested to officiate.\"  When the\nConstitution was adopted, Franklin rose, and pointing to the speaker's\nchair, on which was carved a sun half-hid by the horizon, said:\n\"Gentlemen, I have long watched that sun and wondered whether it was a\nrising or a setting sun--God has heard our prayers, it is a rising sun.\"\nThis convention adopted the famous ordinance of 1787, which guaranteed\nthat slavery should never enter the north-west territory, and this,\nunder God, saved the nation in the hour of trial.  The Constitution was\nratified by eleven of the States in 1788, and the first Wednesday in\nJanuary, 1789, electors were chosen in all the ratifying States, except\nNew York, where a conflict between the senate and assembly prevented a\nchoice.  In Rhode Island and North Carolina no election was held.  The\nperson receiving the highest number of votes was to be president, the\nman receiving the next highest number was to be vice-president.\n\nWashington received the whole number of votes, 69; John Adams received\n34.  They were elected the first president and vice-president of the\nUnited States.\n\n\n\nThe world has only one Washington.  At sixteen he was county surveyor,\nthe support of his widowed mother; at nineteen he was military\ninspector, with the rank of major; at twenty the governor of Virginia\nsent him six hundred miles to ask the commander of the French forces \"by\nwhat authority he had invaded the king's dominions\"; at twenty-two he\nwas colonel in command of a regiment under General Braddock, and in the\nabsence of a chaplain he read prayers daily himself.  He saved the\nremnant of that ill-fated army from annihilation, and fifteen years\nafter an aged Indian chief came to see the man at whom he had fired many\ntimes and who was protected by the Great Spirit.  At his entrance as a\nmember of the legislature of Virginia, the speaker greeted him with\nthanks for his military services.  Washington arose to reply and blushed\nand stammered.  The speaker said, \"Mr. Washington, your modesty only\nequals your valor.\"  He was a member of the first Continental Congress\nof whom Patrick Henry said, \"Mr. Rutledge, of South Carolina, is the\ngreat orator, but for solid information and sound judgement Col.\nWashington is unquestionably the greatest man on that floor.\"  When with\none voice Congress chose him to be the commander-in-chief, he said,  \"I\nbeg it may be remembered by every gentleman in this room, that I this\nday declare with the utmost sincerity that I do not think myself equal\nto the command I am honored with.  No pecuniary consideration would\ntempt me to accept this position.  I will keep an exact account of my\nexpenses, those I doubt not you will discharge.  I ask no more.\"  The\nnation applauded the prudence, the wisdom, the bravery and patriotism of\nWashington.  Frederick the Great said, \"His achievements are the most\nbrilliant in military annals.\"  Napoleon directed that the standard of\nthe French army should be hung with crape at his death.  Fox said of him\nin the British Parliament, \"Illustrious man, it has been reserved for\nhim to run the race of glory without the smallest interruption to his\ncourse.\"  But the noblest eulogy ever uttered were the words of Gen.\nHenry Lee: \"First in war, first in peace and first in the hearts of his\ncountrymen.\"  He had hoped to retire to private life, and wrote to\nLafayette, \"I am a private citizen on the banks of the Potomac, under\nthe shadow of my own vine and fig tree.  I have retired from all public\nemployment and tread the walks of private life with heartfelt\nsatisfaction.\"  The country would not permit it.  He had refused to be a\ncandidate for the office of president and accepted the nation's\nunanimous call with a heavy heart.  His last act before leaving for New\nYork was to visit his aged mother, then eighty-two, and in the last year\nof her life.  We can picture that tender farewell to one to whom he owed\nunder God that beautiful faith which shed glory on his life.  The\njourney to New York was one continued ovation.  His Virginia neighbors\nand friend gave him a God-speed and benediction.  Baltimore outdid\nitself in generous hospitality.  Philadelphia crowned him with laurel,\nthe bells rang out their joyous peals, cannons thundered and the people\nwith one voice shouted \"Long live the President.\"  Marvellous as was the\nenthusiasm of other cities, the people of Trenton, who remembered the\ncruelties of the Hessian in 1776 and their deliverance by Washington,\noutdid them all.  On a triumphal arch was written \"Dec. 26, 1776.  The\nhero who defended the mothers will defend the daughters.\"  At Elizabeth\na committee of Congress met him, and Caesar never had so beautiful a\nflotilla as that of the sea captains and pilots who bore him to New York\non the 23d of April.  A week was spent in festivity.  It is the 30th of\nApril.  In all the churches of New York there have been prayers for the\nnew government and its chosen head.  The streets swarm with people as\nthe hour of noon approaches.  Every house-top and porch and window near\nto Federal Hall is packed with a dense mass.  The president has been\npresented to the two houses of Congress.  The procession is formed.\nWashington follows the senators and representatives to the balcony.\nAround and behind him are his staff and distinguished patriots of the\nRevolution.  Every eye is fixed on the stately, majestic man.  A little\nover six feet high, his form perfect in outline and figure, a florid\ncomplexion, dark blue eyes deeply set, his rich brown hair now tinged\nwith gray, firm jaws and broad nostrils, lighted by a benignant\nexpression.  Such was the Father of his Country.  The brave soldier\ntrembles with emotion as the chancellor of the State of New York reads\nthe oath; the hand of Washington is on the open Bible.  Was it a\nprovidence that they rested on the words, \"His hands were made strong by\nthe mighty God of Israel?\"  The secretary would have raised the sacred\nbook to the president's lips.  Washington said solemnly, \"I swear, so\nhelp me God,\" and then bowed reverently kissed the book.  He went to the\nsenate chamber, and with stammering words, for his heart was almost too\nfull for utterance, he delivered his inaugural address, and then turning\nto his friends said, \"We will go to St. Paul's Church for prayers.\"  It\nhad been the habit of his life.  His pastor, Rev. Lee Massey, said, \"No\ncompany ever withheld him from church.\"' His secretary, Harrison, said,\n\"Whenever the general could be spared from the camp on the Sabbath, he\nnever failed to ride to some neighboring church to join in the worship\nof God.\"  He claimed no praise for his matchless victories, but\nreverently gave all the glory to the blessing and protection of God.  He\nknew, in the words of my friend Robert C. Winthrop, that \"There can be\nno independence of God.\"  The poet will sing and the orator describe\neloquently the pageant of that day, but no incident will so touch the\nChristian's heart as the first act of the president of the United\nStates, kneeling reverently with his fellow-citizens in the public\nworship of God.  The service which had been set forth and was this day\nused in St. Paul's Church by Bishop Provost, also a patriot of the\nRevolution, and one who had suffered for his country's sake, was\nsubstantially the same used by us to-day.  Washington assumed office in\nthe midst of dangers.  Edmund Randolph, one of the foremost members of\nthe constitutional convention, wrote to Washington, \"The Constitution\nwould never have been adopted but for the knowledge that you sanctioned\nit, and the expectation that you would execute it.  It is in state of\nprobation.  You alone can give it stability.\"  There was a stormy sea\nbefore the new ship of state.  The bitter hatreds between Federalist and\nanti-Federalist were not healed.  Two states had not ratified the\nConstitution--there were tokens in more than one direction of rebellion.\nWithout on dollar in the treasury, we were eighty millions in debt.  The\npirates of Morocco had destroyed our commerce in the Mediterranean,\nSpain threatened the valley of the Mississippi.  Our relations with\nEngland were full of bitter memories; a country larger than Europe was\nto be protected, and we had a standing army of only 600 men.  Washington\ncalled around him as advisers Thomas Jefferson, Secretary of Foreign\nAffairs; Alexander Hamilton, Secretary of the Treasury; Henry Knox,\nSecretary of War; Edmund Randolph, Attorney-General, and John Jay, Chief\nJustice, and by these men, under God, the crumbling confederacy was\ncemented into one nation.  Time forbids my reading you the words of\nwisdom, \"apples of gold in pictures of silver,\" of Washington's\ninaugural and farewell addresses.  I wish I had time to tell how, with a\nprophet's eye, he saw the future of the West, and again and again urged\nthe opening of lines of commerce to bind East and West together.  After\neight years of wise rule, such as befitted \"the Father of our Country,\"\nhe retired to the shades of Mt. Vernon, to be, as he had been through\nlife, the helper of the helpless, the friend of the needy and the\nalmoner of God.  On the 12th of December, 1799, he was exposed to a\nstorm of sleet and rain, the severest form of quinsy set in; two days\nlater, the 14th of December, he died.  As friends stood weeping around\nhis death-bed, he said with a smile, \"O don't, don't; I am dying, but\nthank God I am not afraid to die.\"  As the hour of his death drew near\nhe asked to be left alone.  They all went out and left him with God.\nThere are lessons for our hearts to-day.  Government is a delegated\ntrust from God, who alone has the right to govern.  He gives to every\nnation the right to say in what form this trust shall be clothed.  No\nman has the right to be his brother's master.  Take away the truth that\ngovernment is a trust which comes from God, and you have left nothing\nbetween man and man but cunning and brute force.  Burke said, \"this\nsacred trust of government does not arise from our conventions and\ncompacts,\" but it gives our conventions and compacts all the force and\nsanction which they have.  I shall be told that the name of God is not\nfound in the Constitution of the United States; it did not need to be\nwhen it was written on the people's hearts.\n\nWhile we commemorate the noble deeds of our fathers, which under God\nwere this day crowned with success, we gratefully remember that our\nfathers' God has guided us through all dangers.  What other nation has\ncome out of the horrors of civil war with victors and vanquished vieing\nwith each other in love for one common country?  Where has the hand of\nthe assassin bowed the whole people by the leader's grave?  This is no\nday for boasting or to call over the roll of our great dead.\n\nWe have sinned deeply, and deeply have we paid the penalty.  No hand but\nGod's could have over-ruled our mistakes and given us our favored\nposition to-day.  We must not forget that no nation has ever survived\nthe loss of its religion.  The year which saw Washington inaugurated\npresident, saw in the fair land of Lafayette the beginnings of that\nholocaust of murder which turned France into a hell.  \"The fear of the\nLord is the beginning of wisdom.\"  No high-sounding words about freedom,\nno Godless philosophy, no infidel creed, which robs men of homes here\nand heaven hereafter, can save this nation.  \"Not unto us, but unto Thy\nname be the praise,\" must be our song, as it was the song of our\nfathers.\n\n\nThere are clouds and darkness on the horizon for the future.  I see it\nin the impatience of law, in the jealousies between class and class, in\nthe selfishness of the rich, and in the misery of the poor, in bribery\nand corruption in high places, and in the turbulence of mobs.  I see it\nin the foul monster of intemperance and impurity which stalk unabashed\nthrough the land.  But I see the greatest danger in that insidious\nteaching which robs humanity of an eternal standard of right, which\nmakes morality prudence or imprudence, which limits man's horizon by the\ngrave, and takes from hearts and homes God and Christ and heaven.  Yet,\nI reverently believe that God has set us in the forefront of the nations\nto be, as our text says, \"a beacon on the mountain-top,\" to lead on in\nHis work in the last time.  It may be that for our sins we shall walk\nagain into the furnace, as we have walked and come out of it purified\nand fitted for the Master's use.  I sometimes lose faith in men, but I\nwill not lose faith in God.  It is ours to work and bide our time; so\ndid our fathers, and so will God give the harvest.  I should wrong my\nheart and yours to-day, if I forgot the daughters of the Revolution.  We\nmight have had no Washington but for the lessons he learned at that\nmother's knee, that his duty to God was to believe in Him, to fear Him\nand to love Him with all his heart, with all his mind, with all his soul\nand with all his strength, to worship Him, to give Him thanks, to put\nhis whole trust in Him, to call on Him, to honor His holy name and His\nword and to love Him truly all the days of his life; that his duty\ntowards his neighbor--was to love him as himself, and to do to all men as\nhe would have them do unto him, to love, honor and succor his father and\nmother, to honor and obey the civil authority, to hurt nobody by word or\ndeed, to be true and just in all his dealings, to bear no malice or\nhatred in his heart, to keep his hands from picking and stealing, and\nhis tongue from evil speaking, lying and slandering, to keep his body in\ntemperance, soberness and chastity.  Not to covet or desire other men's\ngoods, but to learn and labor truly to get his own living and to do his\nduty in that state of life unto which it should please God to call him.\nWe know this was the rule of his life.  The Father of his Country found\nhis solace, inspiration and help, as many of us have found it, in the\nlove of a Christian wife.  There are no fairer names in our country's\nhistory than Martha Washington, Abigail Adams, Elizabeth Schuyler\nHamilton, Sally Foster Otis, Alice DeLancy Izard, Jane Ketelas Beekman,\nand many more, who made up the republican court of Washington; and we do\nnot forget humble names like Mollie Stark, whose lives were consecrated\nto their country.  Wives, mothers, daughters! none have places of\ngreater influence in shaping and moulding our country than you.  Your\npower is the power of a Christian mother, a Christian wife, a Christian\ndaughter.  In the darkest hour look to God, believe that your mission is\na nobler one than to be a slave of fashion or the leader of a party.\nPlant your feet on the rock of eternal truth--never speak with uncertain\nvoice of the verities of the Christian faith.  For you St. Paul said:\n\"How knowest thou, O Woman, but thou mayest save thy husband and thy\nchild,\" and saving them a nation is saved.\n\n\n\n\n\nIII. _SERMON AT THE SECOND ANNUAL MEETING OF THE MISSIONARY COUNCIL\nIN WASHINGTON, D.C., NOV. 13, 1888_.\n\n\n\"_The kingdoms of this world have become the kingdoms of our Lord and of\nHis Christ, and He shall reign for ever and ever_.\"--REVELATION xi. 15.\n\n\nTHESE words are God's surety that the prayers, the trials and the labors\nof His Church shall be crowned with success.\n\nWe are living in the great missionary age of the Church.  Impenetrable\nbarriers have been broken down.  Fast-closed doors have been opened.\nThere is no country where we may not carry the Gospel of Jesus Christ.\nDivine Providence has been fusing the nations of the earth into one\ncommon brotherhood.  Man has created nothing.  The lightening would run\nits circuit in the Garden of Eden as well as when Morse made it man's\nmessenger.  In the fullness of time God has lifted the veil from human\neyes to see the mysteries of His bounty, and so prepare a highway for\nthe coming of our King.\n\nI have no argument about the obligation of missions.  It is eighteen\nhundred years too late for this.\n\nI speak to you to-day of the progress of the Kingdom of Christ.  Pray\nfor me that the story may lead us to the foot of the Cross to consecrate\nall that we have to His blessed service.\n\n\nAt the close of the last century a thoughtful young Englishman asked the\ngovernor of the East India Company to go to India to preach the Gospel.\nThe answer was: \"The man that would go to India upon that errand is as\nmad as a man who would put a torch to a powder magazine.\"\n\nA few years ago Chunder Sen, the great scholar of India, died.  On his\ndeath-bed a friend asked him what he thought were the prospects of\nChristianity in India.  He answered: \"Jesus Christ has conquered the\nheart of India.\"  Not that great battles are not yet to be fought, much\nweary work to be done, but with more than half a million of Christians\nin India, which have been won in this century, we are certain that the\nnation will be won to Christ.\n\nI turn to that dark continent which has had more of human sorrow bound\nup in its history than any place on earth.  Forty years ago in a cottage\nin the highlands of Scotland an aged man said to his son: \"David, you\nwill have family prayer to-day, for when we part we shall never meet\nagain until we meet before the great white throne.\"  David Livingstone\nread the thirty-fourth Psalm, the key-note of that wonderful life, and\nthen poured out his heart to God in prayer, threw his arms around his\nfather's neck and kissed him; they parted never to meet again in this\nworld, and so he went to Africa.  He did a wonderful work in the\nBechuana country.  He was a carpenter, blacksmith, teacher, laborer,\nphysician and minister to these poor souls, but the man's heart was in\nthe interior of Africa.  One day, with about as much preparation as I\ntake when I go to the north woods of Minnesota, he left for the interior\nof Africa.  His route was along the path of slave traders, and every few\ndays he came to some place where a poor woman had fainted in the\nchain-gang and had been strapped to a tree with her babe at her breast\nand left to be stung to death by insects.  No wonder that he wrote in\nhis Journal, and blotted it with tears: \"Oh, God, when will the great\nsore of the world be healed?\"\n\nWhen you remember that the followers of the false prophet are the only\npeople engaged in this traffic in human flesh, and that to the poor\nAfrican it means slavery or death, you have the answer to the stories of\nthe progress of Mohammedanism in Africa.\n\nI cannot tell the story of his life.   One day he was found dead on his\nknees in prayer in an African hut.  That life had so impressed itself\nupon the heathen folk that they did what will always be a marvel of\nhistory.  They wrapped the body in leaves.  They covered it with pitch.\nThey carried it nine months on their shoulders.  They fought hostile\ntribes.  They swam swollen rivers.  They cut their way through\nimpenetrable thickets, and at last stood at the door of a mission house\nin Zanzibar, and said, \"We have brought the man of God to be buried with\nhis people.\"  And so David Livingstone sleeps in Westminster Abbey.\n\nOur Stanley took up Livingstone's work, and he laid Africa open to the\ngaze of the world.  He travelled nine hundred and ninety-nine days, and\nthe thousandth day reached the sea-coast.  In all that journey he did\nnot meet a single, solitary soul who had heard that Jesus Christ had\ncome into the world.  Stanley tells the reason why he went back to\nAfrica.  He said:\n\n\n\"When I found Livingstone I cared no more for missions than the veriest\natheist in England.  I had been a press reporter, and my business was to\nfollow armies and to describe battles; to attend conventions and report\nspeeches, but my heart had not been touched with sympathy for missions.\nWhen I found this grand old man I asked: 'What is he here for?  Is he\ncrazy?  Is he cracked?  I sat at his feet four months and I saw that a\npower above his will had taken possession of his life, and given him a\nhunger to lead poor heathen folk out of their darkness.\n\n\"I have heard the same voice speaking to my heart, 'Follow me,' and I go\nback to Africa to finish Livingstone's work.\"\n\nThis was a few years ago.  To-day there are fifteen Christian Bishops of\nour communion in Africa.  Eight were present at the Lambeth Conference.\nOne of them, Bishop Crowther, was captured when a boy ten years of age\non a slave ship, placed in a mission school, transferred to a high\nschool, then to the university, graduated with honors, and went back to\nAfrica as a Bishop.  As I looked in the face of that black man and\nthought of his wonderful history, I remembered another man from Africa\nthat carried the cross of my blessed Master up the hill to Calvary, and\nthat this aged servant of Christ was following in his blessed footsteps.\n\nAnother of these Bishops was one of the manliest men that I ever looked\nupon; Bishop Smythies, the picture of manly beauty, honored by his\nuniversity, beloved by friends, a face gentle and loving as that of St.\nJohn.  When I thought of this man going on foot in the interior of\nAfrica, perhaps to die for Christ, I could not keep back the tears, and\nI went to him and said, \"My good brother, I cannot tell you how my heart\ngoes out to you in loving sympathy.\"  He smiled and said, \"Bishop, when\nthe Church in Jerusalem had more work than it knew how to do, the Holy\nGhost sent one of its ministers upon a long journey to convert one\nAfrican.  Surely it is not much for the Christians of Christian England\nto send a Christian Bishop to millions who never heard there is a\nSavior.\"\n\nAnd now I turn to the opposite quarter of the globe--Australasia, New\nZealand, and Polynesia.  When I was a boy there was but one English\nsettlement, and that was known throughout the world as Botany Bay, the\nabode of the most abandoned criminals of English civilization.  There\nare to-day twenty-one Bishops in those islands.  I wish I could tell the\nstory inwrought in the lives of Selwyn, Patteson, Williams, and a host\nof others, some of whom have laid down their lives for Christ.\n\nTo-day cannibalism is a thing of the past.  Human sacrifices, thank God,\nare to be found nowhere on the earth.  There is not one of those islands\nwithout its Christian church, and in some of them the last vestige of\nheathenism has passed away.  They have thousands of Christian men and\nwomen under their native pastors.  Surely this is no time to talk about\nthe failure of Christian missions.\n\nNow I turn to Japan.  Less than forty year ago one of our brave American\nsailors, Commodore Perry, cast anchor on Sunday morning in the harbor of\nYeddo.  He called his officers and crew together for public worship, and\nthey sang that old hymn of our fathers, \"Old Hundred\"; and the first\nsound that this hermit nation heard from her younger sister of the West\nwas that grand old hymn.\n\n\nNext year Japan will have a constitutional government.  It has already\nadopted the Christian calendar.  There are more that a million of\nchildren in their public schools.  Many of these schools are under the\ncharge of Christian men and women, and it is only a question of a few\nyears when Japan will take her place beside other Christian nations.\nThis is more wonderful when we remember that until recently there was a\nstatute in Japan that, \"if any Christian shall set his foot on the\nIsland of Japan, or if the Christian's God, Jesus, shall come, he shall\nbe beheaded.\"\n\nI turn to China.  I wonder that its doors are open to Christian missions\nwhen I remember that Christian nations at the mouth of the cannon have\nforced upon that people that deadly drug which drags body and soul to\ndeath, that their names have been by-words and hissing in Christian\nlands.  The secret is that God sent to China a young Englishman whose\nlife was hid with Christ in God.  Chinese Gordon saved the nation of\nChina, and his name will be a household word forever.  Surely a people\nwhere the poorest laborer can become the first prince of the realm if he\nbecomes the first scholar, and if his son is a vagabond sinks to the\nplace from which his father came, surely such a people have the elements\nto receive the Gospel of Christ.\n\nTime would fail me to tell the story of missions in North America; I\nshould begin at Hudson's Bay, where Bishop John Horden has lived\nthirty-five years amid its solitudes and won every one of its Indian\ntribes to Christianity.  I should tell you of the Bishop of Athabasca,\nwhose home is within the Arctic circle, who could not attend the Lambeth\nConference because he could not go and return the same year.  I should\ntell of my young friend, the Bishop of Mackenzie River, when I knew that\nhe spent nine months each year travelling upon snowshoes and three months\nin a birch-bark canoe; that the only way that he could carry to them the\nGospel was to follow them in the chase, hunt with them, fish with them,\nlie down in their wigwams in his blanket and always have waiting upon\nhis lips the sweet story of the love of God, our Father.  I told him I\nwished he would give me his post-office address and I would send him\nbooks and papers; he said: \"Bishop, I am a thousand miles from a\npost-office and only get one mail a year.\"\n\nI should tell you of another, the Bishop of Rupertsland, Dr. Macrae, the\nonly Bishop in Christendom who has a university made up of a Roman\nCatholic college, a Presbyterian college, and a college of the Church of\nEngland; so large-hearted that almost by one consent the people of\nManitoba have made him the president of their entire educational system.\n\n\nIf I turn to our own land, it would be to tell you that one hundred\nyears ago the Church was a feeble folk, scattered along the Atlantic\ncoast and known as a people that were everywhere spoken against.  Thank\nGod, to-day her voice is heard in the miner's camp, in the schoolhouse\nof the border, in the wigwam of the Indians, and sturdy heralds are in\nthe fore-front of that mighty movement which is peopling this land with\nits millions of souls.  Marvellous as is the progress of Christian\nmissions and the work which has been done in this century, it has\nlargely been committed to the English-speaking race.  In the providence\nof God races of men have been selected by Him to do His work.  Two\nhundred years ago the English-speaking people of Europe were less than\nmany of the nations of the Latin races.  Spain outnumbered England two\nto one.  To-day there are one hundred and fifty millions of\nEnglish-speaking people in the world, one-tenth of the entire human\nfamily. When we think of the future, that by the close of another century\nmore than five hundred millions will be speaking one language, it leads\nus to ask, on bended knees, why has this commission been committed to\nthis English-speaking race, and what are the responsibilities that rest\nupon our branch of the Church of God?  I reverently believe that it is\nbecause on its civil side it recognizes as no other race that government\nis a delegated trust from God, who alone has the right to govern.  It\nrepresents constitutional government, and it has done so since Bishop\nStephen Langton, at the head of the nobles of England, wrung the _Magna\nCharta_ from King John, and henceforth recognized the sacredness of the\ncitizen, who has been clothed with an individuality unlike any being who\nlives or will live in all the ages of eternity.  On its religious side\nit recognizes the two truths which underlie the possibility of the\nreunion of Christendom--the validity of all Christian Baptism in the name\nof the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost, and that the condition of\nfellowship in the Church of God is faith in the incarnate Son of God as\ncontained in the Old Catholic creeds.  Surely we may hold up the olive\nbranch of God's peace over all strife and divisions among the disciples\nof Christ, and say \"Ye are brethren.\"\n\nWhen we remember that in the providence of God the Greek tongue was\nspoken throughout the civilized world to prepare a way for the coming of\nHis Son and the preaching of the blessed Gospel, we see in these facts\nforerunning tokens of his preparation for the second coming of Jesus\nChrist.\n\nIf I had time to-day, I would love to tell you the story that is\ninwrought in the history of our noble Missionary Bishops; men who have\nhazarded their lives for the Lord Jesus.  I wish I could tell you of\ntheir ventures of faith, foundations for Christian schools which they\nhave laid with prayers and watered with tears, and with a prophet's eye\nlooked forward to a future when the land will swarm with millions of\nsouls, that so by Christian nurture and Christian training the Church\nmay fulfil the Master's words, \"Feed my lambs.\"  I wish I could tell you\nof the work, dear to every Bishop's heart, of the daughters of the\nCross; yes, and I would like to bring to this Council some of the\ntempest-tossed and weary souls who have been led out of their darkness\nto the rest and peace and gladness of Christian faith.  I wish I could\nbring here some from the northern forests and the prairies of the West,\nthe men of the trembling eye and the wandering foot, that they might\nthank you for having led them out of their heritage of anguish and\nsorrow into the light of the children of God.\n\nI may not close without a word of tribute to those who have fallen\nasleep.  Since our last General Convention nine Bishops have crossed the\nriver and are waiting for us on the other shore.  Unbidden tears come as\nI remember the loving Elliot, our St. John; Welles, another holy\nHerbert; Brown, with his Catholic heart that had room enough to take in\nall the poor and the sorrowful of his diocese; Harris, every whit a\ngreat leader in our Israel; Dunlop, the soldier on the outpost, often\ndebarred brotherly sympathy, who in loneliness and weariness bravely did\nhis work.  Others who were patriarchs of the Church of God--Green, Lee,\nPotter and Stevens--all men who were great leaders in the Church of God,\nwho bravely did their work, whose faces are upon every heart, and who\nhave entered into rest.\n\nSince I entered the House of Bishops, fifty-three Bishops have laid down\ntheir shepherd's staves and entered into rest.\n\n\nA word, and I have done.  Surely in such a day as this it is no time to\ndiscuss shibboleths.  Its is a time for brotherly sympathy and\ngreat-hearted work.  With such responsibilities around us there must be\nno divisions among those who love the same Saviour and look for the same\nheavenly home.  I remember that at a critical period in our missionary\nwork the venerable Doctor Dyer said to me with tears in his eyes,\n\"Strife is an awful price to pay for the best results, but strife among\nthe kinsmen of Christ in the presence of those for whom He died, and\nwhen wandering souls are going down to death, is almost an unpardonable\nsin.\"  May I not ask you to-day, dear brothers and sisters, what have we\ndone to help on in the great work which is to be done in the eventide of\nthe world?  What lonely missionary have we remembered in prayer during\nthe past week?  What wanderer have we tried with love to lead to the\nSaviour?  Have we given the cost of the trimmings of a dress?  Have we\nmade any sacrifices for Him who gave Himself for us?  May I not ask you\nto-day here beside God's altar to consecrate all you have and are to His\nservice?\n\nWith some of us the eventide draws on.  A little while, such a little\nwhile, just time enough to do His work, and then the end shall come.\nAnd when we reach that other home, next to seeing the Saviour, next to\nhaving the old ties re-united, will be the comfort and the blessedness\nof meeting some one whom we helped heavenward and home.\n\n\n\n\n\nIV. _ADDRESS IN LAMBETH CHAPEL, AT THE FIRST SESSION OF THE LAMBETH\nCONFERENCE, JULY 3, 1888_.\n\n\nMost reverend and right reverend brethren: No assembly is fraught with\nsuch awful responsibility to God, as a council of the Bishops of His\nChurch.  Since the Holy Spirit presided in the first council of\nJerusalem, faithful souls have looked with deep interest to the\ndeliberations of those whom Christ has made the shepherds of His flock,\nand to whom he gave His promise, \"Lo, I am with you always to the end of\nthe world.\"  The responsibility is greater when division has marred the\nbeauty of the Lamb's Bride.  Our words and acts will surely hasten or\n(which God forbid) retard the reunion of Christendom.  Feeling the grave\nresponsibility which is imposed on me to-day, my heart cries out as did\nthe prophet's, \"I am a child and cannot speak.\"  Pray for me, venerable\nbrethren, that God may help me to obey His word--\"Whatsoever I command,\nthat shalt thou speak.\"  I would kneel with you at our Master's feet and\npray that \"the Holy Spirit may guide us into all truth.\"  We meet as the\nrepresentatives of national Churches; each with its own peculiar\nresponsibility to God for the souls intrusted to its care; each with all\nthe rights of a national Church, to adapt itself to the varying\nconditions of human society; and each bound to preserve the order, the\nfaith, the sacraments, and the worship of the Catholic Church, for which\nit is a trustee.  As we kneel by the table of our common Lord we\nremember separated brothers.  Division has multiplied division until\ninfidelity sneers at Christianity as an effete superstition, and the\nmodern Sadducee, more bold than his Jewish brother, denies the existence\nof God.  Millions for whom Christ died have not so much as heard that\nthere is a Saviour.  It will heal no divisions to say, Who is at fault?\nThe sin of schism does not lie at one door.  If one has sinned by\nself-will, the other has sinned as deeply by lack of charity and love.\nThe way to reunion looks difficult.  To man it is impossible.  No human\n_eirenicon_ can bridge the gulf of separation.  There are unkind words to\nbe taken back, alienations to be healed, and heartburnings to be\nforgiven.  Where we are blind, God can make a way.  When \"the God of\nPeace\" rules in all Christian hearts, our Lord's prayer will be\nanswered--\"That they all may be one, as Thou, Father, art in Me, and I in\nThee, that they all may be one in Us, that the world may believe that\nThou hast sent Me.\"  No one branch of the Church is absolutely by itself\nalone the Catholic Church; all branches need reunion in order to the\ncompleteness of the Church.  There are blessed signs that the Holy\nSpirit is quickening Christian hearts to seek for unity.  We all know\nthat this divided Christianity cannot conquer the world.  At a time when\nevery form of error and sin is banded together to oppose the kingdom of\nChrist, the world needs the witness of a united Church.  Men must hear\nagain the voice which peals through the lapse of centuries bearing\nwitness to the \"faith once delivered to the saints,\" or else for many\nsouls there will be only rationalism and unbelief--while this sad, weary\nworld, so full of sin and sorrow, is pleading for help, it is a wrong to\nChrist and to the souls for whom He died that His children should be\nseparated in rival folds.  As baptised into Christ we are brothers.\nNotwithstanding the hedges of human opinions which men have builded in\nthe garden of the Lord, all who look for salvation alone through faith\nin Jesus Christ do hold the great verities of Divine faith.  The\nopinions which separate us are not necessary to be believed in order to\nsalvation.  The truths in which we agree are parts of the Catholic\nfaith.  The Holy Spirit has passed over these human barriers, and set\nhis seal to the labors of separated brethren in Christ, and rewarded\nthem in the salvation of many precious souls.  The grace of the Lord\nJesus Christ and the renewing and sanctifying influences of the Holy\nGhost are the same in the peasant in the cottage, and in the emperor on\nthe throne.  They share with us in the long line of confessors and\nmartyrs for Christ.  We would not rob them of one sheaf which they have\ngathered in the garner of the Lord.  We rejoice that Churches with a\nlike historic lineage with us are seeking reunion.  Churches whose faith\nhas been dimmed by coldness or clouded by error are being quickened into\nnew life from the Incarnate Son of God.\n\nOur hearts go out in loving sympathy to the Old Catholics of Europe and\nAmerica, whose names always will be linked with Selwyn, Wilberforce, and\nWordsworth, Whittingham, Kerfoot, and Brown, in defence of the faith.\nIt is with deep sorrow that we remember that the Church of Rome has\nseparated herself from the teaching of the primitive Church by additions\nto the faith once delivered to the saints, and by claiming for its\nBishop prerogatives which belong only to the Divine Head of the Church\nWhile we honor the devotion and zeal of her missionary heroes, and\nrejoice at the good works of multitudes of her children, we lament that\nlack of charity which anathematizes disciples of Christ who have carried\nthe Gospel to the ends of the earth.\n\nWe bless God's Holy Name for the fraternal work which has been carried\non under the guidance of the see of Canterbury, and which we trust will\nlead ancient Churches to a deeper personal faith in Jesus Christ.\n\n\nWe are sad that some of our kinsmen in Christ, children of one mother,\nhave forsaken her ways.  God can over-rule even this sorrow, so that it\nshall fall out to the furtherance of the Gospel.  They must take with\nthem precious memories of the love and the faith of the mother whom they\nhave forsaken, and of the liberty wherewith the truth in Christ has made\nher children free--under God these may be a link in the chain of His\nprovidence to the restoration of unity.  It is a singular providence\nthat at this period of the world's history, when marvellous discoveries\nhave united the people of divers tongues in common interests, He has\nplaced the Anglo-Saxon race in the forefront of the nations.  They are\ncarrying civilization to the ends of the earth.  They are bringing\nliberty to the oppressed, elevating the down-trodden, and are giving to\nall these divers tongues and kindreds their customs, traditions, and\nlaws.  I reverently believe that the Anglo-Saxon Church has been\npreserved by God's Providence (if her children will accept this Mission)\nto heal the divisions of Christendom, and lead on in His work to be done\nin the eventide of the world.  She holds the truths which underlie the\npossibility of reunion, the validity of all Christian baptism in the\nName of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost.  She ministers the two\nsacraments of Christ as of perpetual obligation, and makes faith in\nJesus Christ, as contained in the Catholic Creeds, a condition of\nChristian fellowship.  The Anglo-Saxon Church does not perplex men with\ntheories and shibboleths which many a poor Ephraimite cannot speak--she\nbelieves in God the Father Almighty, Maker of heaven and earth, and in\nJesus Christ His only Son, and in the Holy Ghost, three Persons and one\nGod, but she does not weaken faith in the Triune God by human\nspeculations about the Trinity in Unity.  She believes that the sacred\nScriptures were written by inspiration of God, but she has no theory\nabout inspiration.  She holds up the Atonement of Christ as the only\nhope of a lost world; but she has no philosophy about the Atonement.\nShe teaches that it is through the Holy Ghost that men are united to\nChrist.  She ministers the sacraments appointed by Christ as His\nchannels of grace; but she has no theory to explain the manner of\nChrist's presence to penitent believing souls.  She does not explain\nwhat God has explained, but celebrates these Divine mysteries, as they\nwere held and celebrated for one thousand years after our Lord ascended\ninto heaven, before there was any East or West arrayed against each\nother in the Church of God.  Surely we may and ought to be first to hold\nup the olive branch of peace over strife, and say, \"Sirs, ye are\nbrethren.\"\n\nIn so grave a matter as the restoration of organic unity, we may not\nsurrender anything which is of Divine authority, or accept terms of\ncommunion which are contrary to God's Word.  We cannot recognize any\nusurpation of the rights and prerogatives of national Churches which\nhave a common ancestry, lest we heal \"the hurt of the daughter of my\npeople slightly,\" and say \"peace, where there is no peace;\" but we do\nsay that all which is temporary and of human choice or preference we\nwill forego, from our love to our own kinsmen in Christ.\n\nThe Church of the Reconciliation will be an historical and Catholic\nChurch in its ministry, its faith, and its sacraments.  It will inherit\nthe promises of its Divine Lord.  It will preserve all which is catholic\nand Divine.  It will adopt and use all instrumentalities of any existing\norganization which will aid it in doing the Lord's work.  It will put\naway all which is individual, narrow, and sectarian.  It will concede to\nall who hold the faith all the liberty wherewith Christ hath made His\nchildren free.\n\n\n_Missions_.--In the presence of brethren who bear in their bodies the\nmarks of the Lord Jesus, I hardly know how to clothe in words my\nthoughts as I speak of Missions.  The providence of God has broken down\nimpenetrable barriers--the doors of hermit nations have been opened;\ncommerce has bound men in common interests, and so prepared \"a highway\nfor our God\"--Japan, India, China, Africa, Polynesia, amid the solitudes\nof icy north, and in the lands of tropic suns, world-wide there are\nsigns of the coming of the kingdom of Jesus Christ.  The veil which has\nso long blinded the eyes of the ancient people, our Lord's kinsmen\naccording to the flesh, is being taken away.  We bless God for the good\nexample of martyrs like Patteson, Mackenzie, Parker, Hannington, and\nothers, who have laid down their lives for the Lord Jesus.  We rejoice\nthat our branch of the Church has been counted worthy to add to the\nnames of those who \"came out of great tribulation, and have washed their\nrobes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.\"  \"A great and\neffectual door is opened.\"  There is no country on the earth where we\nmay not carry the Gospel.  The wealth of the world is largely in\nChristian hands.  The Church only needs faith to grasp the opportunity\nto do the work.\n\nIn the presence of fields so white for the harvest, we must ask, \"Lord,\nwhat wilt Thou have me to do?\"\n\n1. There must be unceasing, prevailing intercessory prayer for those\nwhom we send out to heathen lands.  The hearts of all Christian nations\nwere turned with anxious solicitude to that brave servant of God and His\ncountry in Khartoum.  Shall we feel less for the servants of Christ who\nhave given up home and country to suffer and it may be to die for Him?\nSome of us remember that when Missions were destroyed, when clouds were\nall around us, and the very ground drifting from under our feet, that we\nwere made brave to work and wait for the salvation of God by the prayers\nwhich went up to God for us.  When \"prayers were made without ceasing of\nthe Church unto God,\" the fast-closed doors of the prison were opened\nfor the Apostles.  It will be so again.\n\n2. There must be the entire consecration of all unto Christ.  The wisdom\nof Paul and the eloquence of Apollos may plant, but \"God alone giveth\nthe increase.\"  If success comes, if \"the rod of the priesthood bud and\nblossom and bear fruit,\" it must be \"laid up in the ark of God.\"  He\nwill not give His glory to another.  The work is Christ's.  \"We are\nambassadors for Him.\"  \"I have chosen you and ordained you that ye\nshould go and bring forth fruit.\"\n\n3. They who would win souls must have a ripe knowledge of the sacred\nScriptures.  \"They were written by inspiration of God. . . . that the\nman of God may be perfect, thoroughly furnished unto all good works.\"\nOur orders may be unquestioned, our doctrine perfect in every line and\nfeature, but we shall not reach the hearts of men unless we preach\nChrist out of an experimental knowledge of the truths of Divine\nRevelation.  There is but one Book which can bring light to homes of\nsorrow, one light to scatter clouds and darkness, one message to lead\nwandering folk unto God.  This blessed Book will be to every soldier and\nlonely missionary what it was to Livingstone dying alone in Africa, or\nto Captain Gardiner dead on the desolate shores of Patagonia, whose\nfinger pointed to the words, \"The Blood of Jesus Christ cleanseth from\nall sin.\"\n\n4. We must love all whom Christ loves.  We may have the gift of\nteaching, we may understand all mysteries, we may have all knowledge, we\nmay bestow all our goods to the poor, we may even give our bodies to be\nburned, but without that love which comes alone from Christ, we shall be\n\"as sounding brass and a tinkling cymbal.\"  With St. Paul we must say,\n\"Whereinsoever Christ is preached I do rejoice, and will rejoice.\"\n\n5. Above all gifts we need the baptism of the Holy Ghost.  When this\nconsecration comes there will be no cry of an empty treasury.  We shall\nno longer be weary with the bleating of lost sheep, to whom we have to\nsay, I have no means and no shepherd to send you.\n\n\n\n_Christian Work_--We rejoice at every sign that Christians realize that\nwealth is a sacred trust, for which they shall give an account.  We\nrejoice more that they are giving that personal service which is a law\nof His kingdom.  Men and women of culture and gentle birth are going\ninto the abodes of sickness and sorrow to comfort stricken homes and\nlead sinful folk to the Saviour.  Brotherhoods, Sisterhoods, and\ndeaconesses are multiplying.  Never was there greater need for their\nholy work.  Many of our own baptized children have drifted away from all\nfaith.  To thousands God is a name, the Bible a tradition, faith an\nopinion, and heaven and hell fables.  But that which gives us the\ndeepest sadness and makes all Christian work more difficult is that so\nmany of those to whom the people look for example have given up the\nBible, the Lord's Day, the house of God, and Christian faith.  Alas!\nthey are telling these weary toilers whose lives are clouded by anxiety\nand sorrow that there is no hereafter.  \"They know not what they do.\"\nThey are sowing to the wind and will reap the whirlwind.  May God show\nthem the danger before if is too late!  The loss of faith is the loss of\neverything; without it morality becomes prudence or imprudence.  When\nthe tie which binds man to God is broken all other ties snap asunder.\nNo nation has survived the loss of its religion.  We are appalled at the\nmad cry of anarchy which tramples all which we hold dear for time and\neternity under its feet.  We cannot look into its face without seeing\nthe lineaments of that man of sin who \"opposeth and exalteth himself\nabove all that is called God and worshipped.\"  Antichrist is he who\nusurps the place of Christ.  \"He is antichrist who denieth the Father\nand the Son.\"  Our hearts go out in pity for those whose mechanical\nideas of the universe may be a revolt from a mechanical theology which\nhas lost sight of the Fatherhood of God.  We stand where two ways meet.\nWe shall take care of the people or the people will take care of us.\nThe people are the rulers; the power of the future is in their hands.\nLimit their horizon to this life, let penury, sickness, and sorrow\nchange the man to a wolf, let him know no God and Father Who hears his\ncry, no Saviour to help, no brother to bind up his wounds, let there be\non the one side wealth and luxury and wanton waste, and on the other\nside poverty, misery, and despair, and there will be, as there has been,\na cry for blood.  We wonder why men pass by the Church to found clubs\nand brotherhoods and orders.  They will have them, and they ought to\nhave them, until the Church is in its Divine love what its Founder\ndesigned it to be--the brotherhood in Christ of the children of our God\nand Father.  What the world needs to-day is not alms, not hospitals, not\nhomes of mercy alone.  It needs the spirit and the power of the love of\nChrist.  It needs the voice, the ear, the hand, and the heart of Christ\nseen in and working in His children.  No powers of government, no\n_prestige_ of social position, no prerogatives of Churchly authority can\nmeet the issues of this hour; we have waited already too long.\nBrotherhood men will have, and it will be the brotherhood of the\ncommune, or brotherhood in Christ as the children of our God and Father.\nInfidelity answers no questions, heals no wounds, fulfils no hopes.  The\nGospel will do, is doing, to-day what it has done through all the ages:\nleading men out of sin and darkness and despair to the liberty of sons\nof God.\n\n\nIn a day of division and unrest there will be many questions which\nperplex earnest souls.  Some will dwell on the subjective side of the\nfaith, others will think most of its manifestations in the life.  These\nquestions will affect organization for Christian work, public worship,\nand find expression in the ritual of the Church.  There is no room for\ndifferences if Christ be first, Christ be last, and Christ in\neverything.  The ritual of the Church must be the expression of her\nlife.  It must symbolize her faith; it must be subject to her authority.\nAs the years go by worship will be more beautiful.  The \"garments of the\nking's daughter may be of wrought gold,\" and she \"clothed in raiment of\nneedlework,\" but \"she will have a name that she liveth and is dead,\"\nunless her \"fine linen is the righteousness of the saints.\"  Lastly, to\nnone is this council so dear as to those whose lives are spent in the\ndarkness of heathenism, or who have gone out to new lands to lay\nfoundations for the work of the Church of God.  In loneliness, with\ndeferred hope, neglected by brethren, your only refuge to cry as a child\nto God, it is a joy for you to feel the beating of a brother's heart,\nand hear the music of a brother's voice, and kneel with brothers at the\ndear old trysting-place, the table of our Lord.  Let us consecrate all\nwe have and are to Him, let us remember loved ones far away, let us\ngather all the work we have so long garnered in our hearts and lay it at\nhis feet.  We shall not have met in vain if out of the love learned of\nHim we give each to the other, and to all fellow-laborers for Him, a\nbrother's love, a brother's sympathy, and a brother's prayers.  I do not\nknow how to clothe in words the thronging memories which cluster around\nus in this holy place, what searchings of heart, what cries to God, what\ncommunions with Christ, what consolations of the Holy Spirit have been\nwitnessed in this sacred place.  I cannot call over the long roll of\nsaints, confessors, and martyrs, whose \"name are written in the Lamb's\nBook of Life.\"  Two names will be remembered to-day by us all.  One,\nthat gentle Archbishop Longley, who in the greatness of his love saw\nwith a prophet's eye the Mission of the Church and planned these\nconferences that our hearts might beat as one in the battle of the last\ntime.  The other, the wisest of counsellors and the most loving of\nbrethren, the great-hearted Archbishop Tait, whose dying legacy to his\nbrethren was \"love one another.\"  They have finished their course and\nentered into rest.  A little more work, a few more trials, and we, too,\nshall finish our course.  We are not two companies, the militant and\ntriumphant are one.  We are the advance and rear of one host travelling\nto the Canaan of God's rest.  God grant that we, too, may so follow\nChrist that we may have an abundant entrance to His eternal kingdom.\n\n\n\n\n\nV. _SERMON AT THE FOURTH ANNUAL CONVENTION OF THE BROTHERHOOD OF\nST. ANDREW IN CLEVELAND, OHIO, SEPT. 29, 1889_.\n\n\n\"_God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that\nwhosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting\nlife_.\"--ST. JOHN, iii. 16.\n\n\nSIN, sorrow and death have not been invented by Christian priests.  They\nare world facts, they belong to every home, and are hid in every man's\nheart.  There can be no design without a designer, no law without a\nlawgiver, no creation without a creator.  So I say, with the leading\nscientist of England, \"God is a necessity of human thought.\"  Is this\nGod an inexorable ruler, whose right is His infinite might? or is He an\neternal Father, whose might is His infinite right?  And so the question\ncomes home to the heart:  Does God care for us?  The body is cared for.\nEvery invention of man ministers to the life that is between the cradle\nand the grave.  Man has created nothing.  The lightning would run its\ncircuit in the Garden of Eden as well as when Morse made it man's\nmessenger.  The veil has been lifted so that man can look into God's\nstorehouse and read laws as old as creation.  But the body is not the\nman.  You ask me how do I know I have a soul?  I know it as I know I\nhave a body--by self-consciousness.  There is no place in this world\nwhere men are not compelled by absolute necessity to recognize the act\nand the will of a soul within, which directs the act.  I ask again, does\nGod care for me?  I say it reverently, brother, you cannot conceive of a\nGod who could create a world like this, if He can feel one throb of pity\nfor His children, unless you believe He has provided a remedy for sin,\nsorrow, and death.  The coming of God into the family of man is an\nabsolute necessity of the very being of God.  The incarnation is the\noutcome of the possibility that God can love.  I turn then to this\nrecord and I ask, is this Jesus the friend that the world has waited for\nand looked for?  No one that has walked this earth could use the words\nwhich every day rested upon His lips: \"I and the God you worship are\none.\"  \"I am the bread that is come down from heaven, and the bread I\nshall give you is My flesh, and I give it for the life of the world.\"\n\"I am the resurrection and the life; if any man shall believe in Me, if\nhe were dead he shall live\"--unless he were God incarnate.   The miracles\nof Jesus were not violations of the laws of nature; they were the divine\nproofs that that God whose hand is behind every law of nature had come\ninto the world to help those who needed help.  When He multiplied bread\nin His hands, He did of His own will that which God does when He\nmultiplies the wheat in the harvest.  When He created the wine of Cana,\nHe did that of His own will which He does when He distills the dewdrop\nin the clusters of the vine.  But that which unseals my heart, is the\ndivine compassion, is the tender pity, is the love that never turns from\nthe weary.  If man had invented this Gospel, the story of Mary Magdalene\nwould never have been in the record.  It is not in the wrecks strewn\nalong the path of life that men would find those they would lift to the\nbosom of God.  It is the Divine eye that pities, it is the Divine hand\nthat is reached out to save.  I follow Him to the cross, I follow Him to\nthe grave, where we are going, where our loved ones are sleeping.  The\nthird day He came back from the darkness; He showed men, by the marks of\nthe nails in His hands and by the print of the spear in His side, that\nHe was the very Jesus they parted with at the foot of the cross; and He\nascended to heaven to be the friend of any aching heart that needs a\nfriend at the right hand of God.  The Gospel of Jesus Christ is not a\nphilosophy, it is not a dogma; it is the story of a Person, a real hand\nto grasp, a real Saviour to love, a real God to save. Marvelous as is\nthis story that never can grow old and will be the burden of the songs\nof the redeemed, more wonderful is the Christ of history.  Men ask for\nproof.  You do not ask for proof of a sun when the world is bending low\nwith golden harvests   The other day there was a gathering of great men,\nscholars, philosophers.  It so happened that one man who had lost his\nfaith, congratulated his fellows that superstition was dying out, that\nthe day was at hand when Christianity would be an effete thing of the\npast.  James Russell Lowell rose, the blood rushing to his cheeks, and\nquietly said: \"Show me twelve miles square in the world in which I live\nwhere childhood is cared for, where womanhood is reverenced, where old\nage is protected, where life and property are absolutely safe, where it\nis possible for a decent man to live decently--where the Gospel of Jesus\nChrist has not gone before and made that life possible; and then I will\nlisten to your revilings of my Master.\"  Can I go nearer your heart?\nThere is a wide difference between men, but there is one side of human\nnature that is the same; it is that we call the heart--that which loves,\nthat which fears, that which suffers, that which is the same in the\npoorest laborer that ever handled the spade as in the greatest scholar\nthat ever graced a university.  If we can get the rubbish from the\nheart, the good news of God sounds the same to all.\n\n\nWhen Sir Walter Scott was dying, in suffering and agony he turned to\nLockhart and said, \"Read to me; I am in such agony.\"  He said, \"What\nbook, Sir Walter?\"  \"What book?  There is but one book for a dying man;\nit is the story of the One that passed this way before me, of Jesus the\nSaviour.\"  I stood the other day by the death-bed of one who, when I\nfirst met him was a savage warrior.  He looked up in my face and said,\n\"The Great Spirit has called me.  I am going on the last journey.  I am\nnot afraid, for Jesus is going with me and I shan't be lonesome on the\nroad.\"  Brothers, it is to tell this story that you have banded\nyourselves together in the service of Him who redeemed you with His\nprecious blood.  Your motto must be the words of that sainted apostle\nwhose honored name you bear:  \"We have found Christ.\"  For it is only\nwhen we have reached out our hand to grasp the hand of Jesus, that,\nbecause we cannot help it, we reach out the other hand to help some one\nelse.  We cannot from the heart say, \"Our Father,\" and not remember\nwandering brothers whom we may lead to the Lamb of God that taketh away\nthe sins of the world.  The story is not for wage-workers alone, not for\nthe poor in the attic and the cellar alone; it is for the man who lives\nin the marble house, it is for the trafficker in the market, it is for\nevery one away from home and heaven and God.  We must find the way to\nspeak as one tempted man has the right to speak to a brother that is\nbattling with temptation.  It is not done by assailing sinners as you\nwould besiege a city.  We have tried hard words and the have answered us\nwith a curse.  It does no good to tell the poor wretch in the ditch, \"It\nis your fault.\"  We have led men to Mount Sinai, and their hearts would\nbreak if we led them to Mount Calvary.  It is this that makes the life\nof an earnest minister of Christ the happiest life that God ever gave to\nman.  I am not here to-day to tell you what to do, but to tell you your\nMaster's secret, \"If you give Him the will, He will find for you the\nway.\"  Although you might be the veriest stammerer, if Christ speaks out\nin all your life, you will be the best talker in the world.  We must\nbelieve in our work; we cannot make others believe until we first\nbelieve ourselves.  Our feet must be upon the rock; there is no question\nof success or failure there.  It may be Athanasius against the world,\nbut the Athanasius and the faith of Christ will conquer.\n\nAnd lastly, brothers, never since man has lived on the earth has there\nbeen an hour when a Christian man might be so thankful to God that he\ncan live and that he can work.  In all the ages of this world's history\nthere never have been such marvels before man's eyes as we see to-day.\nI speak not only of the wondrous secrets of God's storehouse, that, for\nsome end in the councils of eternity, have been reserved for the last\ndays.  You are living at a time when impenetrable barriers have been\nbroken down; when God is fusing the nations of the earth into a common\nbrotherhood; when there is not a place in the wide world, where, if you\nwill, you may not carry the Gospel of Jesus Christ.  Nay, more; you are\npart of a race that God in His Providence seems to have placed in the\nforefront of the nations of the earth.  I am not speaking of\nAnglo-Saxons, but I am speaking of the race that God has been fusing\nout of every tongue, and tie, and kin of the earth; and they having one\nlanguage, are, I believe, to do God's work in the last days.  One\nhundred years ago English speaking people numbered less than many of the\nLatin races of Europe; to-day there are one hundred and fifty millions.\nAnd when I remember how God ordered that the Greek tongue should become\nthe tongue of the whole civilized world to prepare for the first\npreaching of the Gospel; and when I think of all that God's Providence\nhas done for us, I can believe He calls us to lead on in the work of the\nlast time.  In the days when Rome had overrun the world, if some one\nregiment was to be placed in the jaws of death, and perhaps upon that\nlegion rested the fate of an empire, they came out in front of the\nassembled host, and kneeling down on one knee they raised their hands to\nheaven and took an oath to die for Rome; and that was called the\nsacramental oath.  And our Saxon forefathers, when they came to the\nLord's trysting-place of love, thought it was a place for taking the\noath anew.\n\n\nAfter our Civil War, George Peabody, one of our noblest Americans, gave\nhis fortune for schools in the desolated south.  He visited the White\nSulphur Springs.  No king ever received so heart-felt a welcome.  The\nsouth laid the homage of grateful hearts at his feet.  An aged bishop,\nnow in Paradise--Bishop Wilmer, of Louisiana, came to see him, and said:\n\"Mr. Peabody, I am a southern man, and my heart goes out in love for the\nman who has been our benefactor.  But, Mr. Peabody, if you are saved, it\nwill not be because you gave your fortune to the needy.  You will be\nsaved, as the poorest laborer, for your faith in Jesus Christ.\"  Mr.\nPeabody said, \"I know that.  I do believe in Him; I do pray to Him.\"\n\"But,\" said Bishop Wilmer, \"Mr. Peabody, the night before the Saviour\ndied for you, He instituted the sacrament of the Holy Communion, and He\nleft a request for you to come and receive it.  He has a gift for you.\nHave you ever come to His table?\"  Mr. Peabody said, \"I never knew that.\nNo one ever told me.  I knew about the Holy Communion, but I thought it\nwas for saints--men who felt sure they were going to heaven.  I never\nknew it was a place to come and receive a gift the Saviour had for me.\"\nThat day Mr. Peabody left the White Sulphur Springs.  He knew that the\nHoly Communion was to be celebrated in his mother's church, at Danvers,\nthe next Sunday.  He reached Danvers Saturday, and at once called on the\npastor and said, \"I am coming to the Holy Communion tomorrow.  I did not\nknow it was my duty till a few days ago.\"  And he did come.  That was\nroyal faith.  Not faith in water, not faith in bread and wine, not faith\nin priestly hands, but faith in Christ.  Such faith as little children\nhave who take the words just as they read and for all they mean, and\nthen are safe in the everlasting arms.\n\nSo let us to-day consecrate every thought and all we have to Him, and\ngiving Him the will go out to do His work.  And He will do the rest.  We\nmay fall in battle; we may sow the seed and die; but it will fall into\nthe ground and God will give the harvest.  When we reach the other home--\nnot a place of bodiless shades; not a confused throng of nameless\nspirits, but a home of brothers in our Father's house--next to seeing the\nSaviour, next to having the old times re-united, will be the comfort of\nmeeting some one that we have helped home.\n\nAnd now to God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost, be all\nmight, majesty, dominion and power, world without end.  Amen.","title":"Five Sermons","tradition":"scripture-revelation","translated_text":null,"word_count":18641}