Press On Through the Storm
Bro. Geo. Wright writes from Lapeer, Mich.: “Let us show by our every act and word that we have put off the old man with all his deeds, are doing our whole duty, pressing toward the mark for the prize; and though the way be rugged and thorny, and the sea tempestuous, and ‘Though the world look dark before thee,
And the billows may roll o’er thee,
All thy soul with Jesus fill,
Hear him saying, Peace, be still.’ ‘My peace I leave with you. In the world ye shall have tribulation, but in me ye shall have peace.’ Press on then, fellow pilgrim, though the storm beat vehemently, and the rain descend, and the floods come. Yea, even though the tempest burst o’er your head, the still small voice can be heard above it all, “Lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end.” Yes, bless his dear name, amid it all, ‘There is a calm, a sure retreat
’Tis found beneath the mercy-seat.’ The peace and safety cry we hear from the false shepherds of the day, lulling thousands to sleep, and the signs of the times admonish us that sudden destruction is at hand; and the solemn warning comes home to God’s waiting people, “Be ye also ready; for in such an hour as ye think not the Son of man cometh.”