The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1897-09-09

oVefpoWerlng, and men saw type of
tnelr doom as the cane kept falling
anu Ialllng until the knob of the cane
struck Mr.. Livingston's hand. and he
clasped 1t stoutly and said, But the
grace OF God can stop you, as I stopped
'nat cane; and then there was glad
ness all through the house at the fact
OF pardon and peace and salvation.
wen, said the people after the serv-
.oe' guess you had better send Liv-
1nsston nome; he is making the revival
worse. Oh, for the gales from heaven
ano christ on board the ship The
danger of the Church of God is not in
revivals.
!, Asaih' my subject impresses me with
.ne TACT that Jesus was God and man
III the same being. Here he is in the
nach part of the boat. Oh how tired
lie looks, what sad dreams he Must
nave! Look at his countenance; he
must be thinking of the cross to come.
HooA at him, he is man-bone of our
oone' nesh of our flesh Tired, he falls
asleep; ne is man. But then find
Cnrlst at the prov of the boat; hear
iln say, Peace, be STILL" and T see
tne storm kneeling at his feet, and the
'elhpests folding their wings in his
presence; he is a God.
IL nave sorrow and trouble, and
want sympathy, I go and kneel down
~ me back part of the boat, and say,
" christ! weary one of Gennesaret,
sympathize with all nv sorrows. man
OF Nazareth, man of the cross" A man,
q NAN. But If I want to conquer my
spiritual Toes, if I want to get the vic
tory over sin, death, and hell, come
~ the front of the boat, and I kneeI
uo"n' and say, 20, Lord Jesus Christ,
lnou VINO dost hush the tempest, hush
all my grief; hush all my temptation,
hush all my sim" A man, a. man; a.
God, God.
learn once more from this subject
'hae christ can hush tempest. It did
seem as If everything must go to ruin.
Inc disciples had given up the idea of
managing the ship; the crew were en-
tirely demoralized; yet Christ rises,
ana he puts his foot on the storm, and
II crouches at his feet. Oh, yes!
christ can hush the tempest.
You have had trouble. Perhaps it
was the little child taken away from
you-the sweetest child of the house
hold, the one who asked the most curl
Gus 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
hootlng among the falling rafters, 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 life, and when they died
she was there to pity you; that old
hand will do you no more kindness;
that white lock of hair you put away in
the casket, or in the locket, did: not
look as we'll as it usually did when she
brushed it away from her wrinkled:
brow in the home circle or in the coun-
try church. z Or your property gone,
you said, II have so much bank stock,
| have so many government securities,
| have so many houses, have so many
farms''-all gone. all gone.
Why, all the storms that ever tram
pied with their thunders, all the ship
wrecks, have not been worse than this
to you. Yet you have not been COM
pletely overthrown. Why? Christ
hushed the tempest Your little one
was taken away. Christ says, IT have
that little one; I can take care of him.
as we'll as you can, better than you can,
o bereaved mother!' flushing the tenn
pest. When your property went away.
God said, There are treasures in heav-
en-. in banks that never break
There is one storm into which. we
will all have to run. the moment when
we let go of this life, and try to- take
hold of the next, when we will want
all the grace we can have-we will
want it all. Yonder I 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 screaming
wind, all seem to unite together; but
InaC SOUL IS not LTOuDleQs Clere' Is no
signing. there are no tears; plenty of
tears in the room at the departure, but
he weeps no tears, calm, satisfied,
peaceful; all is well. Jesus hushing the
tempest. BY the flash of the storm you
see the harbor just ahead and you are
making for that harbor: Strike eight
BELLS All is we'll.
Into the harDor of heaven now we
glide;
We're home at last, home at last.
Softly we drift on it's bright, silv'rv
tide. -:
We're home at last, home at last.
Glory to God, all our dangers are DER.
We stand secure on the g1orifed shore:
Glory to God, we will shout evermore.
We're home at last. home ait last,
Hurry and Worry.
We frequently hear of Christian
workers breaking down from overwo:k.
but nine times out of ten it was hurry
and worry which brought them to the
state of enforced inaction which they
regret. Hurry and worry, which usual