Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1889-12-25

weary one of Gennesaret, sympathise with
all my sorrows, man of Nazareth, man of
the Cross" A nan, man. But if l
want to conquer my Spiritual foes, if l want
to get the victory over sin. death. and hell,
come to the front of the boat, and kneel
down, and l say: "Oh, Lord Jesus Christ,
thou who dost hush the tempest, hush all
my grief, hush all my temptation, hush all
my sim" A man, a man; God, a God.
learn once more from this subject that
Christ can hush a tempest.
1t did seem as if everything must go to
ruin. The disciples had given up the idea
of managing 'he ship; the crew were en-
tirely demoralised; yet Christ rises, and he
puts His foot on the storm, and it erouches
at His feet. Oh, yesl Christ can hush the
tempest. You have had trouble. Perhaps
it was the little child taken away from you
the sweetest child of the household, the
one who asked the most curious questions,
and stood around you with the greatest
foDdness, and the spade cut down through
your bleeding heart. Perhaps it was ar
only son, and your heart has ever since
been like desolated castle, the owls of the
night hooting among the fallen arches and
the crumbling stairways. Perhaps it was
an aged mother. You always went to her
with your troubles. She was in your home
to welcome your children into lite, and
when they died she was there to pity you;
that old hand will do you no more kind
ness; that white lock of hair you put away
in the casket or in the locket didn't look as
it usually did when she brushed it away
from her wrinkled brow in the home circle
or in the country church. Or your prop
erty gone, you said: II have so much
bank stock. have so many Government
securities. have 30 many houses, / have
SO many farms-all gone, all gone" Why,
sir, all the storms that ever trampled with
their thunders, all the shipwrecks, have not
been worse than this to you. Yet you have
not been completely overthrown. Why?
Christ says: 81 have that little one in my
keeping. can care for him as we'll as you
can, better than you can. o bereaved
mother" flushing the tempest. When
your property went away, God said:
"There are treasures iu heaven, in banks
that never break" Jesus hushing the
tempest. There is one storm into which
we will all have to run. The moment
when we let go of this world and try to
take hold of the next, we will want all the
grace possible. Yonder see Christian
soul rocking on the surges of death; all
the powers of darkness seem let out against
that soul-the swIrling wave, the thunder
of the sky, the shrek of the wind, all
seem to unite together; but that soul is
not troubled; there is no signing, there are
no tears; plenty of tears in the room at the
departure, but he weeps no tears-calm,
satisfied and peaceful: all is we'll. By the
flash of the storm you see the harbor just
ahead, and you are making for that harbor.
All shall be we'll. Jesus being our guide.
Into the harbor of heaven now We glide;
We're home at last, home at last.
Softly we drift on the bright, silv'ry tide,
We're home at last.
Glory to God! all our dangers are DER,
We stand secure on the glorif1ed shore;
Glory to God! we will shout evermore.
We're home at last.