# The Lutheran Pioneer_St. Louis_1884_S25
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Che Lutheran Pioneer.

A MISSIONARY MONTHLY.

PUBLISHED BY THE EVANGELICAL LuTHERAN SyNODICAL CONFERENCE OF NortH AMERICA.
R. A. BISCHOFF, Editor.

Entered at the Post Oflice at St. Louis, Mo., as second-class matter.

Vol. VI. St. Louis, Mo., July, 1884. No. 7.
All for Christ. to proclaim the words of life to all who would The Lord’s Freemen.

gather to hear. The poor foot-sore Hindoo had
not been here long before the missionary came
to his usual Jabor. He cried aloud—‘ The blood

Take my hands, and let them move of Jesus Christ, the Son of God, cleanseth us from
At the impulse of Thy love. all sin,’ (1 John 1, 7.).

Take my life and let it be

Christians enjoy true freedom. They are the -
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee. Hid y :

Lord’s freemen, having been set free from the
curse and slavery of sin by faith in the Saviour.
They who reject the Saviour remain the slaves
of sin and the devil, no matter how much they
speak of liberty. There is no true freedom
without the Saviour. He ‘redeemed us from
the slavery of sin with His holy precious blood,
and those who believe in Him enjoy the free-
dom which He procured with His own suffer-
ings and death. And with thankful hearts
they serve Him, not in slavery, but in free-
dom. ‘They serve Him, not in order to be
saved, but because they are saved. Their ser-
vice is the service of freemen.

It is said that just before the civil war in
this country, a wealthy gentleman, who was
walking the streets of a southern city had his
attention called to a group of colored slaves
about to be sold. One of them was weeping
bitterly, and when he asked her why she was
crying, she replied that she did not know what
kind of master was going to buy her, nor
where she was going. He said nothing more,
but when she was placed upon the block for
sale, he bid a higher price for her than any
one in the crowd, and she was given to him, as
his property. She was still weeping, because
she did not know him, nor where she was
going, until he gently said, “I have not bought
you to make a slave of you; I have bought
you to set you free.’’ She instantly turned to
him with the glad cry, ‘‘ Let me go with you; }
I will serve you all my life.” But she served
him, not to be redeemed; she served him with
a free and happy heart, because she twas re-
deemed.

He began to show
Take my feet, and let them be what sin was in the sight of God. He pressed
Swift and “beautiful” for Thee. guilt home upon his hearers and showed the
Take my voice, and let me sing utter hopelessness of man saving himself by
Always, only, for my King. his own doings or sufferings. He went on to
show God’s way of salvation through the blood-
shedding of His own well-beloved Son.
’ These glad sounds fell upon the ears of the
poor Hindoo like rain .on the thirsty soul.
He drank in every word; and, at length,
plucking off his torturing sandals, he sprang
up, and cried out with joy —‘‘This is what I
want! This is the thing for me!’’ He followed
the missionary home; gladly received the
word, and believed it; and became a lively
witness that the blood of Jesus Christ does in-
deed cleanse from sin. It had cleansed him.
Now, my dear reader, in the Gospel God
presents to you also Christ, His beloved Son,
whom He has delivered up to be a sacrifice for
guilty man. To you, as to the poor heathen,
comes the blessed message—‘‘The blood of
Jesus Christ, His Son, cleanseth us from all sin;”’
from all sin; from atu! ‘That blood which
made atonement for sin, has been shed once
for all, and now, by its cleansing power, it
saves all who trust in it. It does not need
anything of yours to be added to it. Oh, no!
Christ is the only Saviour, and He must be a
whole Saviour: He will not share the glory of
His finished work with you. You must be
saved like the poor Hindoo.--He- threw away
his sandals when he found Jesus as his Saviour;
in like manner do you throw away whatever
you find in your own sinful self, and cling only
to Jesus.

‘tNone but Jesus
Can do helpless sinners good.”

—s Poo

Take my lips, and let them be
Filled with messages from Thee.

Take my silver and my gold;
Not a mite would I withhold.

Take my moments and my days;
Let them flow in ceaseless praise.

Take my intellect, and use
Every power as Thou shalt choose.
Take my will, and make it Thine;
It shall be no longer mine.

Take my heart; it is Thine own;
It shall be Thy royal throne.
Take my love; my Lord, I pour
At Thy fect its treasure-store.

Take myself, and I will be

Ever, only, auu for Thee.
—Selected.

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“This is What | Want.”

A Hindoo, being anxious about his salvation,
asked his priest, how he might make atonement
to God for his sins. ‘‘Thou must drive,” said

; the priest, ‘‘a number of iron spikes through
thy sandals, and on these sandals thou must
place thy naked feet, and walk to the holy
station, at the source of the Godavery river
(about four hundred and eighty miles). If,
through loss of blood, or weakness of body,
thou art unable to go on, thou mayest halt and
wait for healing and strength. When thou
hast thus ‘reached the station, thou mayest
hope, that thy soul will be cleansed.”

The poor Hindoo was in earnest to save his
soul, and set out on his painful journey. At
length he could go no further and sat down
beneath the inviting shade of a wide-spreading , f
tree. It happened that a Christian missionary |ds not in the ship. The Church is safe enough
resided near the spot; and at this very tree in the world so long as the world is not in the
he had been accustomed to take his stand, and| Church.”

—s—- ea oo

He Has Peace.

A pastor tells of an aged Christian lying in
the Consumptives’ Home, very near his end.
He was asked the cause of his perfect peace,
and replied: ‘‘When I am able to think, Tam
thinking of Jesus; and when I am not able
He is thinking of me.”’

Why should he not have peace?

“Tye Church in the world,” says a recent
writer, ‘‘is like a ship on the ocean. ‘The ship
iis safe enough in the ocean so long as the ocean