the weakest and the strongest. When death came that night with his
sword, he entered the palace of the prince, and went into the houses
of the great and mighty, and they all had to pay tribute to death; for
the first-born in Egypt was smitten down that night. The only thing
that kept death out was death itself. The only way that death can be
met is by death. I have sinned, and must die; or get some one to die
for me. The great question is--Have you got the token? If death should
come after any one of us to-night, are we sheltered behind the blood?
that is the point. It is the blood that atones. Not my good
resolutions, or prayers, or position in society, or what I have done,
but what has been done by another. God looks for the token.
Take another illustration. Suppose a man wanted to go from London to
Liverpool, and he got into a railway carriage, he would soon hear the
guard running along the platform crying out for tickets. A man might
be rich or he might be poor, black or white, he might be learned or
unlearned, that was not what the guard wanted to know--he wanted to
see the tickets; for the ticket was the token, and if you have got a
ticket you pass.