hat struck the battle-field, and when those four
currents of wind met, the bones began to rattle; and the foot came to
the ankle, and the hand came to the wrist, and the jaws clashed
together, and the spinal column gathered up the ganglions and the
nervous fiber, and all the valley wriggled and writhed, and throbbed,
and rocked, and rose up. There, a man coming to life. There, a hundred
men. There, a thousand; and all falling into line, waiting for the
shout of their commander. Ten thousand bleached skeletons springing up
into ten thousand warriors, panting for the fray. I hope that instead
of being a dream it may be a prophecy of what we shall see here
to-day. Let this north wall be one of the mountains, and the south
wall be taken for another of the mountains, and let all the aisles and
the pews be the valley between, for there are thousands here to-day
without one pulsation of spiritual life.

I look off in one direction, and they are dead. I look off in another
direction, and they are dead. Who will bring them to life? Who shall
rouse them up? If I should halloo at the top of my voice I could not
wake them. Wait a moment! Listen! There is a rustling. There is a gale
from heaven. It comes from the north, and from the south, and from the
east, and from the west. It shuts us in. It blows upon the slain.
There a soul begins to move in spiritual life; there, ten souls;
there, a score of souls; there, a hundred souls. The nostrils
throbbing in divine respiration, the hands lifted as though to take
hold of heaven, the tongue moving as in prayer and adoration. Life!
immortal life coming into the slain. Ten men for God--fifty--a
hundred--a regiment--an army for God! Oh, that we might have such a
scene here to-day! In Ezekiel's words, and in almost a frenzy of
prayer, I cry: "Come from the four winds, O Breath! and breathe upon
the slain."

You will have to surrender your heart to-day to God. You can not take
the responsibility of fighting against the Spirit in this crisis which
will decide whether you are to go to heaven or to hell--to join the
hallelujahs of the saved, or the lamentations of the lost. You must
pray. You must repent. You must this day fling your sinful soul on the
pardoning mercy of God. You must! I see your resolution against God
giving way, your determination wavering. I break through the breach in
the wall and follow up the advantage gained, hoping to rout your last
opposition to Christ, and to make you