Part 235 (2/2)

_James_. The son of Alphaeus. Called ”the less.” No details of his history are known.

_Thaddaeus_. Occupation not known. Thought to have lived at Jerusalem.

Tradition says he preached the gospel in Africa. Fate unknown.

_Simon, the Zealot_. No details are known of his life.

_Judas Iscariot_. The Traitor and Betrayer of Jesus. Iscariot means ”the man of Karioth.” He was the only Judaean among the apostles. He committed suicide by hanging after the crucifixion.

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OH, WHERE IS HE THAT TROD THE SEA?

Oh, where is He that trod the sea?

Oh, where is He that spake?

And demons from their victims flee, The dead their slumbers break; The palsied rise in freedom strong, The dumb men talk and sing, And from blind eyes, benighted long, Bright beams of morning spring.

Oh, where is He that trod the sea?

'T is only He can save; To thousands hungering wearily, A wondrous meal He gave: Full soon, celestially fed, Their mystic fare they take; 'T was springtide when He blest the bread, 'T was harvest when He brake.

Oh, where is He that trod the sea?

My soul, the Lord is here: Let all thy fears be hushed in thee; To leap, to look, to hear, Be thine: thy needs He'll satisfy: Art thou diseased, or dumb?

Or dost thou in thy hunger cry?

”I come,” saith Christ, ”I come.”

--_Thomas T. Lynch_.

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JESUS, SAVIOUR, PILOT ME

Jesus, Saviour, pilot me, Over life's tempestuous sea; Unknown waves before me roll, Hiding rock and treacherous shoal; Chart and compa.s.s came from Thee: Jesus, Saviour, pilot me.

As a mother stills her child, Thou canst hush the ocean wild; Boisterous waves obey Thy will When Thou say'st to them ”Be still!”

Wondrous Sovereign of the sea.

Jesus, Saviour, pilot me.

When at last I near the sh.o.r.e, And the fearful breakers roar 'Twixt me and the peaceful rest, Then, while leaning on Thy breast, May I hear Thee say to me, ”Fear not, I will pilot thee!”

--_E. Hopper_.

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JESUS CALLS US

Jesus calls us: o'er the tumult Of our life's wild, restless sea, Day by day His sweet voice soundeth, Softly, clearly--”Follow Me.”

Jesus calls us, from the evil In a world we cannot flee, From each idol that would keep us, Softly, clearly--”Follow Me.”

Still in joy and still in sadness We discern our own decree; Still He calls, in cares and pleasures, Softly, clearly--”Follow Me.”

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