Daily Yellowstone journal., 1889-11-24

OF age got down and prayed for his
mother. IF lshould give up" he said,
II DO not know what would become of
mother" There were men who, /
think, had not prayed for thirty years,
who then got down on their knees.
When a man who has neglected God
all his life feels that he has come to
his last time, it makes a very busy
night. All of our sins and shortcom-
ings passed through our minds. My
own life seemed utterly unsatisfactory.
| could only suy, Here, Lord, take
me rs ! am. cannot mend matters
now. Lord jesus, thou didSt die for
the chief VI sinners. That's me! II
seems, Lord, ms if my work is done.
and poorly done, and upon thy in.
finite mercy ! cas- myself, and III this
hour OF shipwrtck and darkness com
NIT mysuli aud her WHOM | hold by
the hand To thee, o Lord JCSuSl pray.
ing that 1t may be Il short struggle in
the water, and that at the same in
slant we may both arrive in glory!'
Ohl | tell you Il man prays straight TO
the mark when he has n cyclone above
him, an ocean beneath him, and ctcr-
nifty SO close Ia linn that he can feel
its breath on his cheek.
The night was long. At last we
saw the dawn looking through the
port holes. AS in the oldcn time, in the
fourth watch Of the night. Jesus came
walking on the sea, from wave cliff to
wave cliff; and when he puts his foot
upon a billow, though il may be
tossed up with might it goes down.
lie cried to the winds. Hushl They
knew his voice. The waves knew his
foot. They died away. And in the
shining track of his feet | read these
letters on scrolls of foam and fire,
THE earth shall be filed with the
knowledge of God as the waters cover
the sea" The ocean Gained. The
path of the steamer became more
and more mild; until. on the
last morning out, the sun threw
round about us a glory such as lnever
witnessed before. God made a pave.
ment Of mosaic, reaching from hori.
zon TO horizon, for all the splcndors of
tilTlu anu AtiNiH w WIN uIpl-N
pavement bright enough for the foot
of a seraph-bright enough for the
wheels of the a%rchangel's chariot. As
a parent embraces child, and kisses
away its grief, 50 over that sea, that
had been writing in agony in the
tempest, the morning threw its arms
of beauty andof benediction, and the
lips of earth and heaven met.
As | came on dcck-it was very
early, and we were nearing the shore
i saw a few sails against the sky.
They seemed like the spirits of the
night walking the pillows. | leaned
oyer the taifrail of tho vessel, and
said, THY way, o God, is in the sea,
and thy path in the great waters"
IL grew lighter. The clouds were
hung in purple clusters along the sky;
and, IS ii those purple clusters We're
pressed into red wine and poured out
upon the sea, every wave turned into
crimson. Wonder, fire cleft stood OPP
posite 10 fire cleft; and here, a cloud,
rent and tinged with light, seemed like
a palace, with flames bursting from
the windows. The whole scene lighted
up until il seemed us if the angels of
God were ascending and descending
upon stairs of fire, and the wave
crests, changed into jasper, and crys-
tai, and amethyst, as they were flung
toward the beach. made me think of
the crowns of heaven cast before the
throne Of the great jehovah. Ileaned
over the taiIrail again, and said, with
more emotion than before: THY way.
o God, is in the sea, and thy path in
the great waters.'
So, | thought, will be the going off
Of the storm aud night of the Chris
tian's life. The darkness will fold It's
tents and away The golden feet of
the rising morn will come skipping
upon the mountains, and all the
wrathful pillows Of the worlds woe
break into the splendor of eternal joy.
And so We come into the harbor. The
cyclone behind US. Our friends be-
fore us. God, who is always good,
all around us. And if the roll of the
crew and the passengers had been
called, V hundred souls would
have answered to their names. And
so il came TO pass that we all escaped
safe to land" And may God grant
that, when all our Sabbaths on earth
are ended, we may find that, through
the rich mercy of our Lord Jesus
Christ, we all have weathered the
gale!
Into the harbor Of heaven now we glide
Home at last
Softly we drift on the bright silver tide,
Home at last
Glory 10 Godl AL our dangers are DER;
We stand secure on the glori1ed shore.
Glory 10 God we will shout eyermore.
Home at last
Home Mt lasti