itting-room. Oh,
if I were dying I would rather have plain Peter Croy kneel by my
bedside and commend my immortal spirit to God than the greatest
archbishop, arrayed in costly canonicals. Go preach this Gospel. You
say you are not licensed. In the name of the Lord Almighty, this
morning, I license you. Go preach this Gospel--preach it in the
Sabbath-schools, in the prayer-meetings, in the highways, in the
hedges. Woe be unto you if you preach it not.

III. I remark, again, that in order to be qualified to meet your duty
in this particular age you want unbounded faith in the triumph of the
truth and the overthrow of wickedness. How dare the Christian Church
ever get discouraged? Have we not the Lord Almighty on our side? How
long did it take God to slay the hosts of Sennacherib or burn Sodom or
shake down Jericho? How long will it take God, when He once arises in
His strength, to overthrow all the forces of iniquity? Between this
time and that there may be long seasons of darkness--the
chariot-wheels of God's Gospel may seem to drag heavily; but here is
the promise, and yonder is the throne; and when Omniscience has lost
its eyesight, and Omnipotence falls back impotent, and Jehovah is
driven from His throne, then the Church of Jesus Christ can afford to
be despondent, but never until then. Despots may plan and armies may
march, and the congresses of the nations may seem to think they are
adjusting all the affairs of the world, but the mighty men of the
earth are only the dust of the chariot-wheels of God's providence.

I think that before the sun of this century shall set the last tyranny
will fall, and with a splendor of demonstration that shall be the
astonishment of the universe God will set forth the brightness and
pomp and glory and perpetuity of His eternal government. Out of the
starry flags and the emblazoned insignia of this world God will make a
path for His own triumph, and, returning from universal conquest, He
will sit down, the grandest, strongest, highest throne of earth His
footstool.

"Then shall all nations' song ascend
To Thee, our Ruler, Father, Friend,
Till heaven's high arch resounds again
With 'Peace on earth, good will to men.'"

I preach this sermon because I want to encourage all Christian workers
in every possible department. Hosts of the living God, march on! march
on! His Spirit will bless you. His shield will defend you. His sword
will strike for you. March on! march o