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WONDROUS LOVE

AND OTHER GOSPEL ADDRESSES

BY

D. L. MOODY

AUTHOR OF

"PREVAILING PRAYER" "SOVEREIGN GRACE" ETC.

DELIVERED DURING MESSRS. MOODY AND SANKEY'S

FIRST CAMPAIGN IN ENGLAND

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_THE WORLD-WIDE LIBRARY_

THE SEEKING SAVIOUR

By Dr. W. P. Mackay

Author of "Grace and Truth"

HOW AND WHEN

Do we Become Children of God?

50 Answers by Well-Known Men

THE GOOD SHEPHERD

By H. Forbes Witherby

ABUNDANT GRACE

By DR. W. P. MACKAY

Author of "Grace and Truth"

FORGIVENESS, LIFE AND GLORY

By Sir S. Arthur Blackwood

WONDROUS LOVE: Original Addresses

By D. L. Moody

First issued in 1876

Made and Printed in Great Britain



CONTENTS

Christ's Boundless Compassion

The New Birth

The Blood (Two Addresses)

Christ All in All

Naaman the Syrian

One Word--"Gospel"

The Way of Salvation

Eight "I wills" of Christ

The Right Kind of Faith

The Dying Thief



WONDROUS LOVE

   God loved the world of sinners lost
      And ruined by the fall;
   Salvation full, at highest cost,
      He offers free to all.
         Oh, 'twas love, 'twas wondrous love,
            The love of God to me;
         It brought my Saviour from above,
            To die on Calvary!
   E'en now by faith I claim Him mine,
      The risen Son of God;
   Redemption by His death I find,
      And cleansing through the blood.
   Love brings the glorious fulness in,
      And to His saints makes known
   The blessed rest from inbred sin,
      Through faith in Christ alone.
   Believing souls, rejoicing go;
      There shall to you be given
   A glorious foretaste, here below,
      Of endless life in heaven.
   Of victory now o'er Satan's power
      Let all the ransomed sing,
   And triumph in the dying hour
      Through Christ, the Lord, our King.



WONDROUS LOVE

_Addresses by_ D. L. Moody

CHRIST'S BOUNDLESS COMPASSION

"And Jesus went forth, and saw a great multitude, and was moved with
compassion toward them, and He healed their sick."--Matthew xiv. 14.

It is often recorded in Scripture that Jesus was moved by compassion;
and we are told in this verse that after the disciples of John had
come to Him and told Him that their master had been beheaded, that he
had been put to a cruel death, He went out into a desert place, and
the multitude followed Him, and that when He saw the multitude He had
"compassion" on them, and healed their sick. If He were here to-night
in person, standing in my place, His heart would be moved as He looked
down into your faces, because He could also look into your hearts, and
could read the burdens and troubles and sorrows you have to bear. They
are hidden from my eye, but He knows all about them, and so when the
multitude gathered round about Him, He knew how many weary, broken,
and aching hearts there were there. But He is here to-night, although
we cannot see Him with the bodily eye, and there is not a sorrow, or
trouble, or affliction which any of you are enduring but He knows all
about it; and He is the same to-night as He was when here upon
earth--the same Jesus, the same Man of compassion.

When He saw that multitude He had compassion on it, and healed their
sick; and I hope He will heal a great many sin-sick souls here, and
will bind up a great many broken hearts. And let me say, in the
opening of this sermon, that there is no heart so bruised and broken
but the Son of God will have compassion upon you, if you will let Him.
"He will not break a bruised reed, nor quench the smoking flax." He
came into the world to bring mercy, and joy, and compassion, and love.

If I were an artist I should like to draw some pictures to-night, and
put before you that great multitude on which He had compassion. And
then I would draw another painting of that man coming to Him full of
leprosy, full of it from head to foot. There he was, banished from his
home, banished from his friends, and he comes to Jesus with his sad
and miserable story. And now, my friends, let us make

THE BIBLE STORIES REAL,

for that is what they are. Think of that man. Think how much he had
suffered. I don't know how many years he had been away from his wife
and children and home; but there he was. He had put on a strange and
particular garb, so that anybody coming near him might know that he
was unclean. And when he saw any one approaching him he had to raise
the warning cry, "Unclean! unclean! unclean!" Aye, and if the wife of
his bosom were to come out to tell him that a beloved child was sick
and dying, he durst not come near her, he was obliged to fly. He might
hear her voice at a distance, but he could not be there to see his
child in its last dying moments. He was, as it were, in a living
sepulchre; it was worse than death. There he was, dying by inches, an
outcast from everybody and everything, and not a hand put out to
relieve him. Oh, what a terrible life! Then think of him coming to
Christ, and when Christ saw him, it says He was moved with compassion.
He had a heart that beat in sympathy with the poor leper, He had
compassion on him, and the man came to Him and said, "Lord, if Thou
wilt, Thou cant make me clean." He knew there was no one to do it but
the Son of God Himself, and

THE GREAT HEART OF CHRIST

was moved with compassion towards him. Hear the gracious words that
fell from His lips--"I will; be thou clean!" and the leprosy fled, and
the man was made whole immediately. Look at him now on his way back
home to his wife and children and friends! No longer an outcast, no
longer a loathsome thing, no longer cursed with that terrible leprous
disease, but going back to his friends rejoicing. Now, my friends, you
may say you pity a man who was so badly off, but did it ever strike
you that you are a thousand times worse off? The leprosy of the soul
is far worse than the leprosy of the body. I would rather a thousand
times have the body full of leprosy than go down to hell with the soul
full of sin. A good deal better that this right hand of mine were
lopped off, that this right foot should decay, and that I should go
halt and lame and blind all the days of my life, than be banished from
God by the leprosy of sin. Hear the wailing and the agony and the woe
that is going up from this earth caused by sin! If there is one poor
sin-sick soul filled with leprosy here to-night, if you come to Christ
He will have compassion on you, and say, as He did to that man, "I
will; be thou clean."

THE DEAD RAISED.

Well, now we come to the next picture that represents Him as moved
with compassion. Look into that little home. There is a poor widow
sitting there. Perhaps a few months before she had buried her husband,
and now she has an only son. How she dotes upon him! She looks to him
to be her stay and her support and friend in her old age. She loves
him far better than her own life-blood. But see, at last sickness
enters the dwelling, and death comes with it, and lays his ice-cold
hand upon the young man. You can see that widowed mother watching over
him day and night; but at last those eyes are closed, and that loved
voice is hushed, she thinks, for ever. She will never see or hear him
more after he is buried out of her sight. And so the hour comes for
his burial. Many of you have been in the house of mourning, and have
been with your friends when they have gone to the grave and looked at
the loved one for the last time. There is not one here, I dare say,
who has not lost some beloved one. I never went to a funeral and saw a
mother take the last look of her child but it has pierced my heart,
and I could not keep back the tears at such a sight. Well, the mother
kisses her only son on that poor, icy forehead; it is her last kiss,
her last look, and now the body is covered up, and they put him on the
bier and start for the place of burial. She had a