That judgment leaf in your heart I seize hold of this moment for cancellation.  In your city halls the great book of mortgages has a large margin, so that when the mortgagor has paid the full amount to the mortgagee, the officer of the law comes, and he puts down on that margin the payment and the cancellation; and though that mortgage demanded vast thousands before, now it is null and void.  So I have to tell you that that leaf in my heart and in your heart, that leaf of judgment, that all-comprehensive leaf, has a wide margin for cancellation.

There is only one hand in all the universe that can touch that margin.  That hand this moment lifted to make the record null and void forever.  It may be a trembling hand, for it is a wounded hand, the nerves were cut and the muscles were lacerated.  That record on that leaf was made in the black ink of condemnation; but if cancellation take place, it will be made in the red ink of sacrifice.  O judgment-bound brother and sister! let Christ this moment bring to that record complete and glorious cancellation.  This moment, in an outburst of impassioned prayer, ask for it.  You think it is the fluttering of your heart.  Oh, no! it is the fluttering of that leaf, that judgment leaf.

I ask you not to take from your iron safe your last will and testament, but I ask for something of more importance than that.  I ask you not to take from your private papers that letter so sacred that you have put it away from all human eyesight, but I ask you for something of more meaning than that.  That leaf, that judgment leaf in my heart, that judgment leaf in your heart, which will decide our condition after this world shall have five thousand million years been swept out the heavens, an extinct planet, and time itself will be so long past that on the ocean of eternity it will seem only as now seems a ripple on the Atlantic.

When the goats in vile herd start for the barren mountains of death, and the sheep in fleeces of snowy whiteness and bleating with joy move up the terraced hills to join the lambs already playing in the high pastures of celestial altitude, oh, may you and I be close by the Shepherd’s crook!  “When the Son of Man shall come in His glory, and all the holy angels with Him, then shall He sit upon the throne of His glory; and before Him shall be gathered all nations; and He shall separate them one from another, as a shepherd divideth the sheep from the goats.”

Oh, that leaf, that one leaf in my heart, that one leaf in your heart!  That leaf of judgment!  Oh, those two tremendous words at the last, “Come!” “Go!” As though the overhanging heavens were the cup of a great bell, and all the stars were welded into a silvery tongue and swung from side to side until it struck, “Come!” As though all the great guns of eternal disaster were discharged at once, and they boomed forth in one resounding cannonade of “Go!” Arithmetical sum in simple division.  Eternity the dividend.  The figure two the divisor.  Your unalterable destiny the quotient.