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We thought of Jesus who rebuked
The waves of Galilee,
Upon the stormy sea.
"I hope the captain of that ship,
So spoke a sailor, looking round
And out into the night,
He could descry her light .
Again the aged woman's voice Was heard by all on board— "The Captain of Salvation is
Our Saviour, Christ the Lord." l
"Yes, when the winds are raging fierce,
Her lips had hardly ceased to speak,
When cheerily a sailor cried,
Then heard we, as we looked and saw
At last we reached the vessel's side,
The sailors flung a rope;
Had not deceived her hope.
Then, as she rose to go, she took
1 Heb. ii. 10. * Heb. vi. 19.
* Psa. xxvii. I, 4 Psa. xlvi. I, Scottish version.
"Oh that man to the Lord would give
'Twas the last effort of her strength,
That cry of joyous faith;
As helpless as in death.
When I had climbed up to the deck,.
Where motionless she lay, All paralysed as if with fear,
I heard the captain say,
"Here comes one of another sort,
'Tis worth one's while to save .
A noble woman such as that,
Alas! he little knew that she,
Whose strength had proved so small,
Had, face to face with danger, been
Yet had it thus been in the hour
Of peril fierce and long,
Had helped to make us strong.
To her belonged that steadfast faith,
Which cannot but prevail,
The heart and flesh may fail.
Whither she went I never knew
When we were put ashore,
With Christ for evermore.
For it was many a year ago
Then I was young, in youth's bright morn,
Psa. cvii. 31, Scottish version.
And many a chance and change I've seen,
And many a sorrow known, Yet trusting to a guiding hand*
And strength, but not my own.
That hand and strength have safe kept me
In Eprrow's darksome night, And they will be around me still
Till I behold the light .
The light that beameth from my home,
Where many mansions be, Which shines in its lull radiance
Beyond life's troubled sex
I thus have told the story, writ
Upon life's youthful page,
Experience in age:
Not for the story, nor to boast
Of any deed of mine,
To seek a faith divine.
O trust in Jesus! seek His grace,
He never will deny
You from His throne on high.
In answer to your cry for help
His Spirit will be given
And guide you safe to heaven.
Coor Ifate; at, a more &anbm\mt Season.
OH, saddest memory of life,
To think of prayers they might have prayed
When life was offered them;
The Master's garment hem:
To think of glowings of the heart,
While still the lips were dumb;
Though Jesus bade them come:
Of blessed hours of power divine,
When Christ was very nigh,
The lips refused to cry,
Because the soul with fond desire
Still clung to self and sin,
Some day to enter in.
Some day in earnest, unto God,
For heavenly grace to pray;
And tread the narrow way.
But that day never, never came,
They waited till too late;
The King had shut the gate.
Be wise, the gate is open now,
The Lord of life is near;
He waits your cry to hear.