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 ance you  shall  all  likewise  perish,  for  in  the  hour  of your  need  you  shall  seek  Me  and  you  shall  not  find Me, but  you  shall  die  in  your  sins."

Brethren, King  Baltassar  made  a  feast  and sacrilegiously ate  and  drank  from  the  vessels  stolen from God's  Temple,  and  all  the  while  a  hostile  army hammered at  his  gates. Beware alike  his  folly  and his wickedness. Beware lest  while  you  pollute  with sin your  soul  and  body,  death's  hand  be  knocking  at your  door,  or  the  invisible  hand  of  God  be  tracing  on the  wall  your  everlasting  doom. You know  you  are not happy  in  your  sin. Give it  up. You know repentance will  be  harder  the  longer  it  is  delayed. Give your  sin  up  now. You know  neglect  of  warnings or  repeated  falls  lead  to  final  impenitence. Turn to Jesus  once  for  all  and  never  take  your  eyes  from Him again. Ah! see the  mangled  Saviour  toiling with His  cross  up  Calvary! Will He  pity  you,  poor sinner, bruised  and  torn  by  the  world,  the  devil  and the flesh? A fellow-feeling  makes  us  wondrous  kind. Two soldiers,  a  Briton  and  a  Boer,  lay  side  by  side  in a  hospital — two  shattered  wrecks  from  the  battlefield. Silently they  gazed,  each  at  the  other,  with  hate  at first,  then  wonder,  then  with  sorrow,  and  when  on food  being  brought  the  Briton  passed  it  to  his  enemy, those great  rough  men  broke  down  and  cried  like children. Ah! the heart  of  Jesus  is  not  less  human than were  theirs,  nor  less  prompt  to  sympathize. He has experienced  our  every  wound  and  misery. He knows our  weaknesses,  and  will  meet  a  prompt repentance with  a  prompt  forgiveness. Turn then  to