Out in the Western country, in the autumn, when men go hunting, and
there has not been any rain for months, sometimes the prairie grass
catches fire, and there comes up a very strong wind, and the flames
just roll along twenty feet high, and travel at the rate of thirty or
forty miles an hour, consuming man and beast. When the hunters see it
coming, what do they do? They know they cannot run as fast as the fire
can run. Not the fleetest horse can escape. They just take a match and
light the grass around them, and let the flames sweep, and then they
get into the burnt district and stand safe. They hear the flames roar
as they come along, they see death coming toward them, but they do not
fear, they do not tremble, because the fire has swept over the place
where they are, and there is no danger. There is nothing for the fire
to burn.
There is one mountain that the wrath of God has swept over--that is,
Mount Calvary; and the fire spent its fury upon the bosom of the Son
of God. Take your stand by the cross, and you will be safe for time
and eternity.