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MISSIONARY LIFE 
unprepared into eternity because the gospel ship 
was not there to rescue them. The cry comes 
from villages about us, Bring us the gospel; we 
are sinking; we are perishing; we are swamped in 
this ocean of sin ; bring us the Bible. We want a 
safe religion — a religion with which we can feel 
secure. These charms, these gregrees, these sab- 
bas, these wooden and stone gods, these bug-a-bug 
hills are not able to save us. The sea is rough. 
"We want, we must have, the gospel ship. Bring 
it to us.” But precious souls, redeemed by the 
blood of Christ, must perish, because our numbers 
are too small! Joseph Gomer. 
Shengay Mission-house, July 20, 1875. 
YESTERDAY A BLESSED DAY. 
Yesterday was a blessed day — a day of such 
joy that we wept for gladness. The cause is that 
it can now be said of our head-man Bah Matty, 
Behold, he prayeth.” Our Jesus is the conq[uer- 
or. Satan’s kingdom is already shaking at Shengay 
and Bomphetook. Yesterday afternoon Bah 
Matty sent to ask us to come and pray for him in 
his house. Joyfully we accepted his offer. After 
the regular evening service, a large number ac- 
companied us to the chief’s house. Again I spoke 
briefly to him. Nearly all the prayers were offered 
our native brethren and sisters. The chief 
