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tainly, though perhaps falling very
slowly" And the cane kept on falling
through John I.ivingston's hand. the
religious emotion in the audience was
overpowering, and men saw a type OF
their doom as the cane kept railing
and falling until the knob OF the cane
struck Mr.. Livingston's hand, and he
clasped Ii stoutly and said, but the
grace of God can stop you, as stopped
that cane" and then there was glad
ness all through the house at the fact
OF pardon and peace and salvation.
Well" said the people after the serv-
Ice. Il guess you had better send Liv-
ingston homo: he Is making the revival
worse" Oh. for the gales from heaven.
and Christ on board the ship. The
danger OF the Church Of God is not In
revivals
Again. my subject impresses me with
the fact that Jesus was God and man
In the same being. Here he Is in the
back part OF the boat. Oh. how tired
he looks. what sad dreams he must
nave! Look at his countenance; he
must be thinking of the cross TO come.
bone, flesh OF our flesh. 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 l see
the storm kneeling at his feet, and the
tempests folding their wings in his
presence; he is God.
If | have sorrow and trouble. and
I
at the back part Of the boat, and say,
20, Christi weary one Of Gennesaret,
sympathize with all my sorrows, man
or Nazareth, man OF the cross" A man,
a man. But IL | want to conquer my
spiritual foes, il want to get the vic
tory over sin. dea h, and hell, come
to the front of the boat and | kneel
down, and say, 20, Lord Jesus Christ,
thou who dost hush the tempest, bush
all my grief; hush all my temptation,
hush all my sim" man, a man: a
God. God.
| learn once more from this subject
that Christ can hush a tempest. 1t did
seem as II 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
II crouches at his feet oh. yes!
Christ can hush the tempest.
You have had trouble. Perhaps II
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 II was an only son. and
your heart has ever since been like a
desolated castle, the owls of the night
hooting among the falling rafters and
the crumbling stairways.
Perhaps Il 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 ii usually did when she
brushed " away from her wrinkled
brow in the home circle or in the coun-
try church. 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, 81 have
that little one; | can take care OF him
as well as you can. better than you can,
o bereaved motherp 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 1t all. Yender | 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
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,
peaceful; all is we'll. Jesus hushing the
tempest BY the fash of the storm you
see the harhor just ahead, and you are
making for that harbor. Strike eight
bells. All is we'll
into the haroor OF heaven now we
glide;
We're home at last, home at last.
Softly we drift on its bright. silvry
tide.
We're home at last, home at last.
Glory to God, all our dangers are DER,
We stand secure on the glorified shore:
Glory to God, we will shout evermore.
We're home at last. home at last.
Hurry and Worry.
We frequently hear of Christian
workers breaking down from overwork,