that man’s soul the tortures of Christ’s martyrdom, the blood on His temple, the blood on His cheek, the blood on His chin, the blood on His hand, the blood on His side, the blood on His knee, the blood on His foot—­the blood in drops, the blood in rills, the blood in pools coagulated beneath the cross; the blood that wet the tips of the soldiers’ spears, the blood that plashed warm in the faces of His enemies.”  Glory to God, that bid wins it!  The highest price that was ever paid for anything was paid for your soul.  Nothing could buy it but blood!  The estranged property is bought back.  Take it.  “You have sold yourselves for nought; and ye shall be redeemed without money.”  O atoning blood, cleansing blood, life-giving blood, sanctifying blood, glorifying blood of Jesus!  Why not burst into tears at the thought that for thee He shed it—­for thee the hard-hearted, for thee the lost?

“No,” says some one; “I will have nothing to do with it except that, like the Jews, I put both my hands into that carnage and scoop up both palms full, and throw it on my head and cry:  ’His blood be on us and on our children!’” Can you do such a shocking thing as that?  Just rub your handkerchief across your brow and look at it.  It is the blood of the Son of God whom you have despised and driven back all these years.  Oh, do not do that any longer!  Come out frankly and boldly and honestly, and tell Christ you are sorry.  You can not afford to so roughly treat Him upon whom everything depends.

I do not know how you will get away from this subject.  You see that you are sold out, and that Christ wants to buy you back.  There are three persons who come after you to-night:  God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost.  They unite their three omnipotences in one movement for your salvation.  You will not take up arms against the Triune God, will you?  Is there enough muscle in your arm for such a combat?  By the highest throne in heaven, and by the deepest chasm in hell, I beg you look out.  Unless you allow Christ to carry away your sins, they will carry you away.  Unless you allow Christ to lift you up, they will drag you down.  There is only one hope for you, and that is the blood.  Christ, the sin-offering, bearing your transgressions.  Christ, the surety, paying your debts.  Christ, the divine Cyrus, loosening your Babylonish captivity.

Would you not like to be free?  Here is the price of your liberation—­not money, but blood.  I tremble from head to foot, not because I fear your presence, for I am used to that, but because I fear that you will miss your chance for immortal rescue, and die.  This is the alternative divinely put:  “He that believeth on the Son shall have everlasting life; and he that believeth not on the Son shall not see life, but the wrath of God abideth on him.”  In the last day, if you now reject Christ, every drop of that sacrificial blood, instead of pleading for your release as it would have pleaded if you had repented, will plead against you.  It will seem to say:  “They refused the ransom; they chose to die; let them die; they must die.  Down with them to the weeping and the wailing.  Depart! go away from me.  You would not have me, now I will not have you.  Sold out for eternity.”