run with its blue flame down these columns, you and I might begin to feel some alarm; and if one were struck dead in our presence, in what kind of state would you and I like to be amidst such confusion and alarm? If I were to choose the words which I would like to say at such a moment, they would be these,— “Nothing in my hand I bring; Simply to thy cross I cling.” You are on board ship in a storm just now; there goes a mast into the water; the boats have all drifted away; the ship is pretty sure