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if it be Thou, bid me come unto Thee on the
water.

““* And He said, Come. And when Peter was
come down out of the ship, he walked on the
water, to go to Jesus.

“« But when he saw the wind boisterous, he
was afraid; and beginning to sink, he cried,
saying, Lord, save me.

“And immediately Jesus stretched forth His
hand and caught him, and said unto him, O thou
of little faith, wherefore didst thou doubt?’ ”

After this Gavin’s voice was again steady, and
he said, “The sand-glass is almost run out.
Dearly ‘beloved, with what words shall I bid
you good-bye?”

Many thought that these were to be the words,
for the mist parted, and they saw the island tremble
and half of it sink. —

““ My people,” said the voice behind the mist,
“this is the text I leave with you: ‘Lay not up for
yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and
rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through
and steal; but lay up for yourselves treasures in
heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt,
and where thieves do not break through nor steal.’
That text I read in the flood, where the hand of
God has written it. All the pound notes in the
world would not dam this torrent for a moment,
so that we might pass over to you safely. Yet it
is but a trickle of water, soon to be dried up.
Verily I say, unto you, only a few hours ago the
treasures of earth stood between you and this
earl, and what are they now compared to this
trickle of water? God only can turn rivers into