The Sale

The Sale.
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Just inten moment, young friends, and a story
I’ll unfold,
A marvelous tale of a wonderful sale of a noble
bady of old
How her hand and her heart in an auction mart,
her soul and body she sold,
‘Twas in the king’s highway so broad, a century
880.
That a preacher stood of noble blood. telling the
poor and low,
Of a savior’s love and a home above, and a peace
which all might know.
A crowded throng drew eagerly near, and they
wept at the wonderous love
That could wash away their vilest sins, and give
them a home above:
When lo, through the crowd a lady proud, her
gilded chariot drove.
Make rocin, make root!!! cried the haughty
groom, you obstruct the king’s highway
My lady lady is late and her majeaty waits; give way
there, guod people, give way,
But the preacher heard and his soul was stirred.
and he cried to the rider “nay.”
His eye like the lightning flashes out, his voice
like a trumpet rings:
“Your grand fete days, your fashion and ways
are all but perishing things.
‘Tis the king’s highway, but I hold it today in the
name of the King of Kings.”
Then he cried as he gazed on the lady fair, and
marked her soft eye fail:
“Now, here, in your name, a sale I proclaim, three
blds to this fair lady call.
Who will purchase the whole, her body and soul
her coronet, jewels, and all?
“Three bidders all ready I see.” The world steps
up at the first,
“My treasuresand pleasures and honors I give, for
which all my votaries thirat:
She shall be happy and gay through life’s bright
day, with a quiet grave at the worst.
Next out speaks the devil and boldly bids, “The
kingdoms of earth are all mine;
Fair lady, thy name with an envied fame on its
brightest tablets shall shine:
Only give me thy soul, and I’ll give thee the whole
of the glory and wealth to be thine.”

“And what will thou give, oh, sinner’s true friend.
the nian of sorrows unknown?”
He gently said, “My blood I have shed to purchase
her for my own,
To conquer the grave and her soul to save, she shall
tred the wine press alone;
“I’ll give her my cross of suffering here, my cup of
sorrow shall share.
Then with joy and love in my home above, forever to dwell with me there; She shall walk in light, in a robe of white, and a naldiant crown shall wear.”
“Thou hast heard the terms, my lady fair, offered
by each for thee.
Which wilt thou choose, or which wilt thou inre,
this life or the life to be?
The figure te mine, but the choice is thine, dear
lady, which of the three?
Nearer and nearer the preacher’s stand the gilded
chariot stole,
And each head was bowed, as over the crowd the
gospel accents rolled;
And every word which the lady heard burned into
her very soul.

“Pardon, good people,” she kindly said, as she
rose from her cushioned seat.
And the crowd made way, you might almost say
you could hear their pulses bent:
And each head was bare as the lady fair knelt low
at the preacher’s feet,

She took from her hand the jewel rare, the coronet
from her brow,
“Lord Jesus.” she said, as she bowed her head,
“the highest bidder art thou
Thou hast died for my sake, and I gratefully take
thy offer and take it now,

“I know the treasures and pleasures of earth, at
beat they but weary and cloy.
The tempter is bold, but his honora of gold prove
ever a fatal decoy:
I long for thy rest, the bic is the best, O Lord,
I accept it with Joy.

I turn from the pride and ambitious earth, I wel-
come the cross now so dear,
My mission shall be to win sould for thee while life
Is spared to me here.
There, with joy ever found, with thee to be crowned
when thou shalt in glory appear.

“Amen” said the preacher, with reverent grace,
and the people all wept aloud.
Years have flown, and all are some who around
that altar bowed:
Lady and throng have been swept along on the
wind like a morning cloud.

But soon, on soon, shall the joy nad gloom of this
life shall pass away
When the Lord shall come to his prontleed throne.
with his sainte in shining array
Shall we allow there with the lady fate, on that
coronation Day?

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