We own Thy sway, we hear Thy call.
We test our lives by Thine.
THE words are borne along by the melody and we sing them, perchance regardless of the vastness of their meaning. "We own Thy sway." His sway was the "Peace, be still that soothed to rest the angry billows, whose pretended power fled the presence of the king.
"We test our lives by Thine." How do we, joint-heirs with Christ, bear the test? Do we shiver with cold and fear when the east wind drives in from the sea bearing the creatures of our own dread, pains and aches? Is there a power emanating from the swampy river banks to make us shake with ague? Need we be wretched with sea-sickness amid the luxuries of our "floating palace," as she plows her way through molten silver while the grand panorama of sea and sky stretches out in marvelous beauty for our enjoyment? In the quiet swell of the peaceful waves does this misery indicate dominion? Jesus stilled the tempest; and despite the tumult of rebellious sense, we catch the words of cheer "He that believeth on me, the works that I do, shall he do also; and greater works than these shall he do."
