land cared for him; but away off
over those green hills there was one who loved him still. It was his
father, and that father received him back.

The Cross and Crown.

At last He cried, with a loud voice: "It is finished!" Perhaps not many
on earth heard it, or cared about it when they did hear it; but I can
imagine there were not many in heaven who did not hear it, and if they
have bells in heaven how they must have rung out that day; "It is
finished! It is finished!" The Son of God had died that poor sinful man
might have life eternal. I can imagine the angels walking through the
streets of heaven crying: "It is finished!" and the mansions of that
world ringing with the glad tidings: "It is finished!" It was the shout
of victory. All you have got to do is to look and be saved. You have
seen the waves of the sea come dashing up against a rocky shore. They
come up and beat against the rock, and, breaking into pieces, go back to
gather fresh strength, and again they come up and beat against the rock
only to be again broken into pieces. And so it would seem as if the dark
waves of hell had gathered all their strength together and had come
beating up against the bosom of the Son of God; but he drives them all
back again with that shout of a conqueror: "It is finished." And with
that shout He snapped the fetters of sin, and broke the power of Satan.

While I was at a convention in Illinois an old man past 70 years, got
up, and said he remembered but one thing about his father, and that one
thing followed him all through life. He could not remember his death, he
had no recollection of his funeral, but he recollected his father one
winter night, taking a little chip, and with his pocket knife whittling
out a little cross, and with the tears in his eyes he held up that cross
telling how God in His infinite love sent His Son down here to redeem
us, how He had died on the cross for us. The story of the cross followed
him through life.

[Illustration: The Prodigal Son. GUSTAVE DORE. Luke, xv 11-32.]

[Illustration: Christ Stilling The Tempest. GUSTAVE DORE. Matthew.
viii, 23-27]

AFFECTING INCIDENT AT SEA.

Moody's Love and Prayer for 700 "Quaking Souls."

"I remember clearly lying in my berth early that Saturday morning (Nov.
26th, 1892, on the steamer Spree when she was one thousand miles out
from Southampton on her way to New York), congratulating myself that I
had gotten passage in so swift a ship, wh