" On he went till he met another. "Have you seen
anything of my son?" He ran from one to another all that night, but not
until the morning did he find him. He took him by the arm and led him
home, and kept him till he was sober. Then he said: "My dear boy, I want
you to forgive me; I've never prayed for you; I've never lifted up my
heart to God for you; I've been the means of leading you astray, and I
want your forgiveness." The boy was touched, and what was the result?
Within twenty-four hours that son became a convert, and gave up that
cup. It may be that some father here has a wayward son. Go to God, and
on your knees confess it. Let the voice of Jesus sink down in your
heart; "Bring him unto Me."
The Sleep of Death.
I read some time ago of a vessel that had been off on a whaling voyage
and had been gone about three years. I saw the account in print
somewhere lately, but it happened a long time ago. The father of one of
those sailors had charge of the lighthouse, and he was expecting his boy
to come home. It was time for the whaling vessel to return. One night
there came up a terrible gale, and this father fell asleep, and while he
slept his light went out. When he awoke he looked toward the shore and
saw there had been a vessel wrecked.
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