The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1889-12-16

send Livingston home; he is making the
revival worse" q for gales from heaven 10
sweep all the contlnentsi The danger of the
church Of God is not in revivals.
Again, my subject impressed me with
the fact that Jesus was God aud man in the
same being. Here he is in the back part of
the boat. o, howl tired he looks; what sad
dreams he must have! Look ~ his counte-
nance; he must be thinking OF the cross to
come. Look at him; he is man-b0ne Of
our bone, flesh Of our flash. Tired. he falls
asleep: he is a man. But then | find Christ
at the Prov of the boat; | hear him say:
Peace, be still - and | see the storm kneel-
ing at his feet, and the tempests folding
their wings in his presence; he is God.
If | have sorrow and trouble, and want
sympathy, 60 and kneel down at the back
part Of the boat and say: 80, Christ!
weary one of Gennesaret, sy npatlize with
all nv sorrows. man of Nazareth, man OF
the cross A man, a man. But if | want
to conquer my spiritual foes, if | want TO
get the victory over sin, death and hell, L
come to the front of the boat, and | kneei
down, and say: 80, Lord Jesus Christ.
thou who dost hush the tempest, hush all
my grief, hush all my temptation, hush all
my sinm A man, a man; IA God, 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 the ship; 'the crew were en-
tirely demoralized; yet Christ rises, and he
puts his foot on the storm, and it crouches
at his feet. o, yesl Christ can hush the
tempest You have had trouble. Perhaps
it was the little child taken away from you
-tbe sweetest child of the household, the
one who asked the most curious questions,
and stood around you with the greatest
fondness. and the spade cut down through
your bleeding heart. Perhaps it was an
only son, and your heart has ever since
been like a desolated castle, the owls
of the night hooting among the fallen
arches and the crumbling stairways. Per-
haps it was an aged mother. You always
went to her with your troubles. She was
in your home to welcome your children into
life, and when they died she was there to
pity you; that old hand will do you no moro
kindness; that white lock of hair you pnt
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 property gone, you said: II
have SO much bank stock, | have SO many
government securities, l have so
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 motherp Hush
ing the tempest. When your property went
away, God said: "There are treasures in
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
fash of the storm you can see the harbor
just ahead, and you are making for that
harbor. All shall be well, 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, svry tide,
We're home at last.
Glory to God, all our dangers are DER,
We stand secure on the glorihed shore;
Glory to God we will shout evermore,
We're home at last.