# The Lutheran Pioneer_St. Louis_1895_S13 # Machine transcription, uncorrected — CHI Digital Archive (demonstration) Che Lutheran Pioneer. A MISSIONARY MONTHLY. Pousuisnep py Tae Evanorrica Luraeran SynopicaL Conrerence or Norra AMERIcA. R. A. BISCHOFF, Editor. Entered at the Post Office at St. Louis, Mo., as second-class matter. Vol. XVII. St. Louis, Mo., April, 1895. No. 4. It Is Finished. “Tt is finished!’’ sinners, hear it, *Tis the dying victor’s cry; “Tt is finished!” angels, bear it, Bear the joyful truth on high: “Tt is finished!” Tell it through the earth and sky! Hear the Lord Himself declaring All performed He came to do; Sinners, in yourselves despairing, This is joyful news to you; Jesus speaks it, His are faithful words and true. “Tt is finished!’ all is over, Yes, the cup of wrath is drained, Such the truth these words discover, Thus the victory was obtained— *Tis a victory None but Jesus could haye gained. Selected. ——- -o- oe A Happy Easter. It was Easter morning. In a village in Germany a poor laborer was obliged to keep his bed the first time in many years. He was getting old, and the work of digging a grave the day before for one of his friends had been too much for him. His faithful wife sat be- side him, trying to nurse and cheer him by telling him of their-common hope of resur- rection, for Christ rose on this day. But thoughts of an only and lost son came also, and instead of the joy that ought to be in their hearts, sorrow pressed tears from their eyes. They did not know what had become of their son, and they had reason to fear that he was lost in sin, and would never be with them and happy again. : When he was a young man, he had learned his trade, and gone away to a large city, whence he had never returned; nor could they ever hear what had become of him. The parents had given him a Christian education, and they were sure that he loved Christ when he went out into the world. He had also promised never to depart from faith in Christ and His Word, and this gave them some hope; but they could not imagine why he had never written to them if he were alive and had pre- served his good name and Christian faith. The bells were calling the people to church, but the sick man could not go. His wife read to him the Easter story of Christ’s resur- rection. After that she kneeled down and prayed, that if their son is dead, the Lord may give them the hope of a happy return of their lost son, when the dead rise at the Jast day. Both the old people had scarcely said: Amen! when a rap at the door and a hasty entrance ofa fine, hearty man, and a boy led by his hand, caused them to be mute in astonishment for a few seconds. For here stood before them their lest son, and the boy was sO much like him when he was young,