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and worldliness, sin and folly, till he has been well-nigh sinking, and then he has wondered that, at the first storm he encountered, he was wrecked. Let the mariner who sails for Heaven ask the Master to load him with spiritual gifts, and to fill him with the Holy Spirit-no fear of shipwreck then.
And mind not to let the ballast shift. Once being well ballasted with knowledge of what is right, and desires to do the right, don't let it shift. Many a good vessel has heeled over and become a total wreck, for want of care in this respect; don't neglect to look to the ballast, and it can only be kept in place by well packing it with prayer and faith.
Not a few vessels have gone to the bottom through being unseaworthy; they haven't been able to stand the slightest cat’s-paw, nor to encounter a moderate sea. But never a man starts on the voyage of life but what, if he sails according to orders, and trusts, not in himself, but in the great Master, may overcome all difficulties, and at last reach the quiet, peaceful haven for which he sailed.
Heaven is the port we hope to reach, Jesus is the Master, and the Bible our chart. Those that we see around us, who are making shipwreck of their souls, should be beacons to guard us from following in their course. There are some temptations that prove more deadly than others, and that cause more wreck dots on the coast by which we are sailing; but all along there are temptations, and Satan will not let us escape if he can help it. Let us, then, watch and pray, lest we enter into temptation. Let us have Jesus for our friend, and the Holy Spirit always abiding in us, and we need fear no weather, be it calm or rough.
“ With Christ in the vessel we'll smile at the storm.”
G. H. S.
The Voice of Faith amid the Storm.
UR masts were gone, our engines stopped,
The vessel half a wreck,
Went sweeping o'er the deck.
We'd drifted o'er the sea ;
“A sail upon the lee!”
To help us in our strait;
Who signalled back, “We'll wait.”
“If such a thing can be ;
In such an angry sea.”
No easy task is it to pass,
When winds and waters rave,
Upon the heaving wave.
The little craft the sailors' skill
Could scarcely keep afloat,
We got into the boat.
Besides myself was there :
And silver 'mid her hair.
Her accent told that she was Scotch,
Upon a foreign main ;
Amid the hurricane.
For now and then at intervals,
When danger seemed to lower,
His mercy and His power.
She seemed addressing none of us,
As far as we might deem ;
Like some one in a dream.
As if for other ears than hers
The words were scarce designed ; But that she only spoke aloud
The thoughts within her mind. A promise true of help in need
To weary storm-tossed men : “ When thou dost pass the waters through,
I will be with thee then.”ı Then when the storm so wildly raged,
The boat could scarce withstand, She said, “He holds the winds within
The hollow of His hand.” ?
The God of Majesty
Of waters sitteth He.” 3
So spoke the sailor men ;
The woman murmured then.
No longer hid the skies,
Thereof when they arise.” 6
And said, Peace, be thou still !
Obedient to His will." I
“ And there was a great calm.”7
And troubled souls like balm.
* Ps. xxix. 3, Scottish Version.
1 Is. xliii. 2.
2 Is. xl. 12. 4 Ps. xviii. 10.
6 Ps. lxxxix. 3.
5 Ps. xcv. 5.
Mark iv. 39.
We thought of Jesus who rebuked
The waves of Galilee,
Upon the stormy sea.
Although the hour is late,
And will our coming wait.”
And out into the night,
He could descry her light.
Was heard by all on board“ The Captain of Salvation is
Our Saviour, Christ the Lord.” 1
And wild the billows roll,
The anchor of our soul." ?
Her lips had hardly ceased to speak,
Scarce had the words been said, When cheerily a sailor cried,
“I see the lights ahead!" Then heard we, as we looked and saw
The welcome vessel near, “Jehovah is my light and strength,
Then wherefore should I fear?" 3
At last we reached the vessel's side,
The sailors Aung a rope ;
Had not deceived her hope.
Then, as she rose to go, she took
Hold of my hand, and said
In straits a present aid. *
2 Heb. vi. 19.
1 Heb. ii. 10. 3 Psa. xxvii. 1.
* Psa. xlvi. I, Scottish version.
“Oh that man to the Lord' would give
Praise for His goodness then, And for His works of wonder done
Unto the sons of men."
'Twas the last effort of her strength,
That cry of joyous faith ;
As helpless as in death.
Where motionless she lay,
I heard the captain say,
'Tis worth one's while to save A noble woman such as that,
So fearless and so brave.”
Alas! he little knew that she,
Whose strength had proved so small, Had, face to face with danger, been
The bravest of us all.
Yet had it thus been in the hour
Of peril fierce and long,
Had helped to make us strong.
Which cannot but prevail,
The heart and filesh may fail.
Whither she went I never knew
When we were put ashore,
With Christ for evermore.
For it was many a year ago
This happened which I've told; Then I was young, in youth's bright morn,
And now I too am old.
* Psa. cvii. 31, Scottish version.