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September 7th Evening
“There is sorrow on the sea; it cannot be quiet.” — Jeremiah 49:23
Little know we what sorrow may be upon the sea at this moment. We are safe in our quiet chamber, but far away on the salt sea the hurricane may be cruelly seeking for the lives of men. Hear how the death fiends howl among the cordage; how every timber starts as the waves beat like battering rams upon the vessel! God help you, poor drenched and wearied ones! My prayer goes up to the great Lord of sea and land, that He will make the storm a calm, and bring you to your desired haven! Nor ought I to offer prayer alone, I should try to benefit those hardy men who risk their lives so constantly. Have I ever done anything for them? What can I do? How often does the…
boisterous sea swallow up the mariner!
Thousands of corpses lie where pearls lie deep. There is death-sorrow on
the sea, which is echoed in the long wail of widows and orphans. The salt
of the sea is in many eyes of mothers and wives. Remorseless billows, ye
have devoured the love of women, and the stay of households. What a
resurrection shall there be from the caverns of the deep when the sea gives
up her dead! Till then there will be sorrow on the sea. As if in sympathy
with the woes of earth, the sea is for ever fretting along a thousand shores,
wailing with a sorrowful cry like her own birds, booming with a hollow
crash of unrest, raving with uproarious discontent, chafing with hoarse
wrath, or jangling with the voices of ten thousand murmuring pebbles. The
roar of the sea may be joyous to a rejoicing spirit, but to the son of sorrow
the wide, wide ocean is even more forlorn than the wide, wide world. This
is not our rest, and the restless billows tell us so. There is a land where
there is no more sea — our faces are steadfastly set towards it; we are
going to the place of which the Lord hath spoken. Till then, we cast our
sorrows on the Lord who trod the sea of old, and who maketh a way for
His people through the depths thereof.
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Voice Artist: Ian Cullen
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“There is sorrow on the sea; it cannot be quiet.” — Jeremiah 49:23
Little know we what sorrow may be upon the sea at this moment. We are safe in our quiet chamber, but far away on the salt sea the hurricane may be cruelly seeking for the lives of men. Hear how the death fiends howl among the cordage; how every timber starts as the waves beat like battering rams upon the vessel! God help you, poor drenched and wearied ones! My prayer goes up to the great Lord of sea and land, that He will make the storm a calm, and bring you to your desired haven! Nor ought I to offer prayer alone, I should try to benefit those hardy men who risk their lives so constantly. Have I ever done anything for them? What can I do? How often does the…
boisterous sea swallow up the mariner!
Thousands of corpses lie where pearls lie deep. There is death-sorrow on
the sea, which is echoed in the long wail of widows and orphans. The salt
of the sea is in many eyes of mothers and wives. Remorseless billows, ye
have devoured the love of women, and the stay of households. What a
resurrection shall there be from the caverns of the deep when the sea gives
up her dead! Till then there will be sorrow on the sea. As if in sympathy
with the woes of earth, the sea is for ever fretting along a thousand shores,
wailing with a sorrowful cry like her own birds, booming with a hollow
crash of unrest, raving with uproarious discontent, chafing with hoarse
wrath, or jangling with the voices of ten thousand murmuring pebbles. The
roar of the sea may be joyous to a rejoicing spirit, but to the son of sorrow
the wide, wide ocean is even more forlorn than the wide, wide world. This
is not our rest, and the restless billows tell us so. There is a land where
there is no more sea — our faces are steadfastly set towards it; we are
going to the place of which the Lord hath spoken. Till then, we cast our
sorrows on the Lord who trod the sea of old, and who maketh a way for
His people through the depths thereof.
To make sure you never miss an episode, please subscribe today wherever you listen to podcasts.
Producer: Todd Adkins
Voice Artist: Ian Cullen
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