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sophers sanctioned some of the worst vices; while the founders of other religions have given a composite of snatches of divine inspiration with immense textures of human guesswork and invention; while Christian poetry finds its pathos in the stream of penitence which runs through its melodies, Jesus not only asked “Which of you convinceth Me of sin ?" but He could say “I am the truth,” and in His prayer for His disciples in the parting hour could exclaim, “I have finished the work Thou gavest Me to do.” Can I bring you still nearer to Him ? His heart was ever open towards God and man with an apparent consciousness of perfect oveness with both. It was His daily bread to do His Father's will. His piety was absolute and His life towards men was unbroken love. Moving among all classes, from the fishing-boat to the throne, talking with the twelve, and with the thousands, with children and with priests, everywhere, at home or on the dusty road, in the temple or by the seashore, he is always the same gracious, inspiring, lofty yet familiar friend, brother, teacher. With a goodness which felt for physical suffering, He combined a faith in the possibilities of human nature, which not only led Him to proclaim the highest spiritual truth to an outcast woman, but also to commit His Gospel and kingdom to His disciples, leaving to His followers the work of teaching the nations with no constitution, no. laws, no written documents in their hands, sending them to their colossal task with no fixed and definite rules with regard to Church government or methods of administration, giving them the liberty of forming Christian societies and adjusting themselves to ever-changing circumstances, and entrusting them under His spiritual guidance, with the majestic mission of evangelizing the earth.

Jesus, as we know, rose above the formalism of the Pharisee and the sceptical looseness of the Sadducee. He rescued the Mosaic statutes from their accumulated errors, and declared love to be the whole law. He splintered the granite walls of dead observance, and announced that the Sabbath was made for man's good. Ascending above local and national prejudice He proclaimed Himself to the Jews' most hated enemies, the Samaritans. He lived and died with the consciousness of the whole world's needs in His heart and, while filled with the loftiest purposes for all mankind, was He not lovingly faithful to those nearest His own life? It has been said of Rousseau that his creed combined love to mankind in general, with hatred to every individual he met, but Jesus was not only compassionate to the world but charmingly affectionate to every little child. Galilee found in Him a friend and physician, our race finds in Him a brother. There was nothing exclusively Jewish about Him excepting His dress and His speech. Other great men seem to belong to some nation or age.

Moses was a Hebrew, Socrates an Athenian, Confucius a Chinese, Buddha a Hindu, Mohammed an Arab, Luther a German, not only in blood but in spirit, but Jesus belongs as much to the West as to the East, to America, as to Palestine, to the dying martyr at Smithfield as to the dying thief on the Cross. It has been said of Him that, “He found disciples and worshippers among the Jews, though He proclaimed no new system of philosophy; among the Romans, although He fought no battles, and founded no worldly empire; among the Hindus who despise all men of low caste; among the black savages of Africa, the red men of America, as well as the most highly civilised nations of modern times, in all quarters of the globe.” 0 Nazarene, Thine empire overleaps all kingdoms, as Thy full orbed manhood embraced all virtues. In Thee was found the perfection of opposing graces, meekness and majesty, feminine tenderness and manly strength and childlike innocence, with courage above that of Athanasius, an equanimity eclipsing that of William of Orange, a moral intensity deeper than Dante, a self-sacrifice more wondrous than Sakya Muni's and a benevolence at whose fount of fire John Howard and Florence Nightingale lit their torches. Thou didst scourge the hypocrite and forgive the outcast and weep for Thy dead friend and die for Thine enemies ; in Thee we behold the equilibrium of ethics and piety, the harmony of God and man, the sweet marriage of contrasting virtues. Our prisms may analyze the beam of Thy glory, and our eyes may gaze on the nine-fold wonder, but if the white splendour of Thy very self fell upon us, we should hide our faces before its insufferable beauty. Well did the old saint of Christian art, Fra Angelico the blessed, paint Thy face on his bended knee; we too can but worship, for, as we look, through the fair curtain of Thy perfect humanity, there dawns on our faith the adorable radiance of Thine undimmed divinity.

Thus the Christian believer may go to all nations and may say, “Behold the man, the bright consummate flower of the race,

the Son of Man, the son of Humanity.” We may say with one of his disciples, “He is the universal Homo; blending in Himself all races, ages, sexes, temperaments. He is the essential Vir, from the hem of whose robe virtue is ever flowing. He Himself realized Auguste Comte's majestic dream of the Apotheosis of Humanity.” Is there one word of intellectual or moral eulogy that does not befit His name who not only was all that we adore, but did all that man needs in his Saviour and Captain of Salvation ? To His perfect moral glory He added the majesty of suffering, and He bore the manifold indigvities of malice and cruelty and ingratitude not with Stoic hardness, but with more than womanly sensitiveness, and with a calmness which was a benediction of peace to His followers. Nearly every step of His ministry was beset with opposition, contradiction and grief. In the ribald blasphemy of His foes He was linked with the Prince of devils. He trod the winepress of His agony alone, forsaken in His darkest hour by His own disciples. But, sustained by the night of love with quietness unbroken by a murmur, calmly as the falling sun of eventide He passed up the tragic slopes of Golgotha and with forgiveness for His murderers. He closed His life of transcendent and spotless virtue with the immortal infamy of the cross.

O friends of truth, may not all men rightly look to Him and exclaim, “Our King !"

“Our King !" And may not Christians go to men everywhere and say, This matchless personality is worthy of all your

faith and affection. He is to be believed in what He said of Himself, He is the Ideal and Universal Man, and He is the Son of God. The perfection of His wisdom shows that He was not deluded, and the perfection of His holiness that He was not a pretender; therefore men are bound to accept His interpretation of Himself. He could say, “Before Abraham was,

- He that hath seen Me hath seen the Father.” He could pardon sin in His own name. He could rightly call Himself the light of the World, and make Himself the centre of His own revelation, with a self-assertion which would be blasphemy in any other. He could declare Himself the judge of the living and the dead, and, with spirit unsubdued, expiring on the Cross, with a mighty host about Him hideous with brutal joy over His shame and apparent defeat, He could tranquilly speak to the penitent robber at His side, and proclaim Himself the Lord of that mysterious realm lying beyond the boundaries of the tomb. "There need be no hesitation, therefore, or uncertainty in receiving His declaration that He transcended the saints and prophets, the priests and kings of the Old Testament. When he declared, as one has written, that "He is the living bond of unity necessary to fellowship among

and the worship of God;" that “He is sufficient for every human need, and becomes through His death only the more mighty ;' that "He is universal, no local or provincial person, but one

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who invites all and promises rest to all he invites;" and that "He is directly accessible to all;" His august character

“ vindicates every claim, while the record He has made in history is a second divine authentication establishing His every word as truth and life. Surely His Gospel, centering in such a person, has this peculiarity, among other, that it can be preached and made the theme of a life-giving instruction which is never exhausted. It has established in Christendom an institution nowhere else discoverable, the pulpit, which has become the seminary and seed-ground for all the higher elements of civilization. While Buddhism can be explained and can be disseminated by the living voice, it has never built up a pulpit like that which distinguishes the world of Christianity. It has no such literature of spoken eloquence and power as that by which the living Christ is brought home to living hearts to-day. Would a library fully set forth the pre-eminent and undying influence which goes out from Him, who was the Word made flesh and dwelling among men, and who is made real and mighty by His Spirit wherever His truth is proclaimed ? Did you ever think how all the great conversions, by which vast energies have been set in motion, have had direct relation to the Christ ? Paul, gaining at the gates of Damascus his vision of the Nazarene; St. Augustine, finding in Jesus the attraction in whom all souls may secure peace; Luther, discovering the way of life in the Erfurt Monastery; John Bunyan, finding, like his own pilgrim, the secret of the Cross; John Wesley, learning from a Moravian Missionary the emancipating truth of free salvation through the Redeemer's grace; Mozoomdar, under the grim old seasum tree in the Hindu College compound, with his sudden vision of Jesus as a strange, human, kindred love, becoming at his time of deepest need the most sympathetic of friends; what are these but symbolic illustrations of the working of that majestic divine presence, through whom God has become real to the heart of humanity ?

And while we may rightly believe that in Christ, are all possible ethical reforms, the forces of all social progress, the spiritual energy that shall yet assimilate to its own divine quality the nations and institutions of men, I always feel His greatest victories have been within the soul, and we are not surprised, therefore, that Christianity has produced, among the more highly gifted, characters of such force and radiance as we find in every age from the days of Paul to those of Livingstone. Asiatic scholars coming to America and Great Britain have expressed to me their admiration and surprise at the character of the Christian women whom they have seen, women possessed of force and culture quite equal to that which they have known in the men among whom they have been wont to associate. Any adequate knowledge of Christian lands and of Christian history must fill the non-Christian mind with amazement at the variety and force of that manhood and womanhood, which are the supreme results of the Gospel. It is a many-sided character that the all-sided Man, through His spirit and truth, has fashioned. O what a galaxy shines in the heaven of Christian civilization ! The kingliest men and the queenliest women of all time clustering around the Star which has become a Sun ! There is the heroic Apostle to the Gentiles, so great that through him perhaps we gain our best ideas of the moral grandeur of Paul's Master. There is John, transfigured in the light which shone upon him from the days of his young manhood to the beautiful old age out of which he passed into eternal youth. There is the greatest of the Latin Fathers, his eyes fixed on the Cross. There is he who held out alone against the world, and with whose name we ever associate the supreme declaration of our Lord's divinity. There is Bernard of Clairvaux, his whole life a passion for holiness. There is the Florentine poet, illumined in the radiance which he climbed through three worlds to see. There is St. Francis of Assisi, the most lovable of all the mediæval saints. There is the greatest of German reformers, whose manhood is rugged enough to be symbolized by mountains, whose heart is tender enough to be likened to the brooks gushing from the mountain-side. There is the sublimest figure in the literary history of England, in whom the passion for liberty and righteousness glowed like the fires of Aetna, lifting his planetary orbs of song like clashing cymbals above his head, in praise of the Son of God. There are all the great reformers and evangelists of English annals from Wycliff to Wesley, whose consecration to the spiritual betterment of England's poor brings them into line with the true Apostolic succession. There are men like Thomas Arnold, whose soul moulded a generation and like Maurice whom Gladstone called a spiritual splendour. There are statesmen beneath the shadow of whose kindness and moral kingliness nations have rested securely. There are all the greatest artists, from Michael Angelo to Rembrandt, and all the greatest musicians from Palestrina to Beethoven, and a shining host of the poets, from Bernard of Cluny to Tennyson, Browning and Whittier

. There are the humble souls whom God has made lofty, and the lofty souls whom Christ has made lowly, not a few hundreds

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