O Lord God of the judgment day! avert that calamity!  Let us see the quick flash of the cimeter that slays the sin but saves the sinner.  Strike, omnipotent God, for the soul’s deliverance!  Beat, O eternal sea! with all thy waves against the barren beach of that rocky soul, and make it tremble.  Oh! the oppressiveness of the hour, the minute, the second, on which the soul’s destiny quivers, and this is that hour, that minute, that second!

I wonder what proportion of this audience will be saved?  What proportion will be lost?  When the “Schiller” went down, out of three hundred and eighty people only forty were saved.  When the “Ville du Havre” went down, out of three hundred and forty about fifty were saved.  Out of this audience to-day, how many will get to the shore of heaven?  It is no idle question for me to ask, for many of you I shall never see again until the day when the books are open.

Some years ago there came down a fierce storm on the sea-coast, and a vessel got in the breakers and was going to pieces.  They threw up some signal of distress, and the people on the shore saw them.  They put out in a life-boat.  They came on, and they saw the poor sailors, almost exhausted, clinging to a raft; and so afraid were the boatmen that the men would give up before they got to them, they gave them three rounds of cheers, and cried:  “Hold on, there!  Hold on!  We’ll save you!” After awhile the boat came up.  One man was saved by having the boat-hook put in the collar of his coat; and some in one way, and some in another; but they all got into the boat.  “Now,” says the captain, “for the shore.  Pull away now, pull!” The people on the land were afraid the life-boat had gone down.  They said:  “How long the boat stays.  Why, it must have been swamped, and they have all perished together.”

And there were men and women on the pier-heads and on the beach wringing their hands; and while they waited and watched, they saw something looming up through the mist, and it turned out to be the life-boat.  As soon as it came within speaking distance the people on the shore cried out:  “Did you save any of them?  Did you save any of them?” And as the boat swept through the boiling surf and came to the pier-head, the captain waved his hand over the exhausted sailors that lay flat on the bottom of the boat, and cried:  “All saved!  Thank God!  All saved!” So may it be to-day.  The waves of your sin run high, the storm is on you, the danger is appalling.  Oh! shipwrecked soul, I have come for you.  I cheer you with this Gospel hope.  God grant that within the next ten minutes we may row with you into the harbor of God’s mercy.  And when these Christian men gather around to see the result of this service, and the glorified gathering on the pier-heads of heaven to watch and to listen, may we be able to report all saved!  Young and old, good and bad!  All saved!  Saved from sin, and death, and hell.  Saved for time.  Saved for eternity.  “And so it came to pass that they all escaped safe to land.”