Captain Blount's regiment was quartered at Malta. From the Auberge de Castile he could command a beautiful view of the harbor.
Standing one day at his window he watched a ship sailing out of harbor. Gazing upon the beautiful object, he observed her suddenly tremble; then she began to settle and quickly sank beneath the blue waters of the Mediterranean. She had struck a rock; and so great was the gash in her side that she instantly filled with water and went down.
In a brief moment, and with little warning, every man on board was in need of salvation. Little had they prepared for such a disaster. All had been going as well as could be. Then a crash upon the rock, a gash in her side, and the proud vessel went to the bottom.
The solemn spectacle was the voice of God to the Captain's conscience. Such was its rousing effect from his slumber of sin that he instantly fell upon his knees. Tilled with the horror of such destruction, he exclaimed, "Such will be the shipwreck of my Soul, O Lord, if Thou dost not undertake for me." Re saw himself a sinner in desperate need of salvation. Seeking it through faith in the Lord Jesus, he found peace through His precious blood.
Oh, sinner, unsaved and unforgiven, awake. You too are in imminent peril. There is but a step between you and death. Thank God, this is the day of salvation; and no soul ever looks to Christ for blessing who does not receive it at once.
"THE WICKED SHALL BE
TURNED INTO HELL,
AND
ALL THE NATIONS
THAT FORGET GOD.”