One of the disciples, named Peter, said, "Lord, if it be thou, bid me come unto thee on the water." Jesus said, "Come." So Peter got out of the ship and walked on the water to go to Jesus. He believed that Jesus could help him to walk on the water, and Jesus did help him. But when Peter saw how high the wind was, he began to be afraid. This was wrong. He ought to have trusted in Jesus. Soon he felt that he was sinking, and he cried out, "Lord, save me." Jesus heard that short prayer; he was very near, and he stretched out his hand, and caught hold of Peter. Trusting in God is called faith. Peter had a little faith, but not much. So he was able to walk on the water a little way, but not far. Jesus went into the ship and took Peter with him, and as soon as he was there the wind left off blowing. Then all the disciples came round him and worshipped him, saying, "Truly thou art the Son of God." It is this Jesus who can help you in your troubles. Will you trust him? Do not be like Peter, and only trust him a little while, but go on trusting in him, and you will find that he will keep you safe, and make you happy. He forgives sins, which no one else can do, because he died upon the cross to save us from our sins. When we are dying he will not leave us if we trust in him, but he will comfort us and take us to heaven. This history you will find in Matt. xiv. 22--33; Mark vi. 45--52. I lay my sins on Jesus, The spotless Lamb of God; He bears them all, and frees us From the accursed load. I bring my guilt to Jesus, To wash my crimson stains White in his blood most precious, Till not a spot remains. I lay my wants on Jesus, All fulness dwells in him, He healeth my diseases, He doth my soul redeem. I lay my griefs on Jesus, My burdens and my cares; He from them all releases, He all my sorrows shares. I love the name of Jesus-- Immanuel, Christ, the Lord! Like fragrance on the breezes, His name is spread abroad. I long to be like Jesus-- Meek, loving, lowly, mild; I long to be like Jesus-- The Father's holy child. I long to be with Jesus, Amid the heavenly throng, To sing with saints his praises, To learn the angels' song. [_The Writer unknown._] THE END. Macintosh, Printer, Great New-street, London. PRAYER. O Father in Heaven, Thou hast made all things; The sun, moon, and stars, the land and sea. Thou hast made me. Thou hast taken care of me. I thank Thee for all thy kindness. Great God, Thou art in every place; Thou seest in the dark, As well as in the light; Thou knowest all the naughty things That I have done, and said, and thought.