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roaring billows. How awful the sound that proclaims 

 his majesty, and seems to say in the language of the 

 Prophet, "I am the Lord thy God that divided the 

 sea whose waves roared ; the Lord of Hosts is his 

 name !" With what rapidity do the thoughts take 

 their flight to that day of Israel's redemption, when 

 he, ** whose way is in the sea, and whose footsteps are 

 in the deep waters," manifested how easily he could 

 make the most terrible of his works subservient to the 

 safety and deliverance of his chosen ! With what 

 delight also may we look down upon the stormy waves, 

 when we think that the Saviour of sinners walked 

 upon them with the same ease as upon the solid rock ; 

 and that his voice of " Peace be still" calmed in a 

 moment the fury of the roaring billows. What con- 

 fidence therefore may we not place in him, who, with 

 the same voice that stilled the tempest, will speak 

 pardon, peace, and salvation to all his true disciples, 

 when the floods of Almighty wrath shall again rush 

 forth to overwhelm an unbelieving world! Grand 

 also and solemn are the thoughts which come over U8 

 as we listen again to the murmur of the waves, and re- 

 member that it is compared by St. John to the voice of 

 the whole redeemed multitude in heaven shouting fortk 

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