Christ may come to us when our thoughts are cleaving to the ground, and ready to grow earthy of the earth -- through noble poetry, noble music, noble art -- through aught which awakens once more in us the instinct of the true, the beautiful, and the good. He may come to us when our souls are restless and weary, through the repose of Nature -- the repose of the lonely snow-peak and of the sleeping forest, of the clouds of sunset and of the summer sea, and whisper Peace. Or He may come, as He comes on winter nights to many a gallant soul -- not in the repose of Nature, but in her rage -- in howling storm and blinding foam and ruthless rocks and whelming surge -- and whisper to them even so -- as the sea swallows all of them which it can take -- of calm beyond, which this world cannot give and cannot take away.

And therefore let us say in utter faith, Come as Thou seest best -- but in whatsoever way Thou comest, Even so come, Lord Jesus. Amen.

Last Sermon. MS. 1874.