Let none dare refuse to hear.

It is a message to your minister, it is a message to you.

You are anxious for 'the marks.' Search you for this mark." He paused while the people sat looking at him in fixed and breathless silence.

Then, suddenly, he broke forth into a loud cry: "Where are your children at this solemn time of privilege?
Fathers, where are your sons?
Why were they not with you at the Table?
Are you men of love?
Are you men of love, or by lack of love are you shutting the door of the Kingdom against your sons with their fightings and their quarrelings ?" Then, raising his hands high, he lifted his voice in a kind of wailing chant: "Woe unto you! Woe unto you! Your house is left unto you desolate, and the voice of love is crying over you.

Ye would not! Ye would not! O, Lamb of God, have mercy upon us! O, Christ, with the pierced hands, save us!" Again he paused, looking upward, while the people waited with uplifted white faces.
"Behold," he cried, in a soul-thrilling voice, "I see heaven open, and Jesus standing at the right hand of God, and I hear a voice, 'Turn ye, turn ye.