  825. L. M. C. Wesley."They that go down to the sea in ships." 1Lord of the wide extended main! Whose power the winds and seas controls, Whose hand doth earth and heaven sustain, Whose spirit leads believing souls; 2Throughout the deep thy footsteps shine; We own thy way is in the sea, O'erawed by majesty divine, And lost in thine immensity! 3Infinite God! thy greatness spanned These heavens, and meted out the skies; Lo' in the hollow of thy hand The measured waters sink and rise. 4Thee to perfection who can tell? Earth and her sons beneath thee lie, Lighter than dust within thy scale, And less than nothing in thine eye. The Seaman's Song. 1Would you behold the works of God, His wonders in the world abroad? With hardy mariners survey The unknown regions of the sea. 2They leave their native shores behind, And seize the favor of the wind; Till God command, and tempests rise, That heave the ocean to the skies. 3When land is far, and death is nigh, Bereaved of hope, to God they cry: His mercy hears their loud address, And sends salvation in distress. 4He bids the winds their wrath assuage, And stormy tempests cease to rage; The grateful band their fears give o'er And hail with joy their native shore. 5O, may the sons of men record The wondrous goodness of the Lord; Let them their purest offerings bring, And in the church his glory sing. 827. C. M. Mrs. Hemans."These see the works of the Lord, and his wonders in the deep." 1Oh God! thy name they well may praise, Who to the deep go down, And trace the wonders of thy ways, Where rocks and billows frown. 2For many a fair majestic sight Hath met their wandering eyes, Beneath the streaming northern light Or blaze of Indian skies. 3If glorious be that awful deep, No human power can bind, What then art thou, who bid'st it keep Within its bounds confined! 4Let heaven and earth in praise unite, Eternal praise to thee, Whose word can rouse the tempest's might, Or still the raging sea! 828. L. M. 6l. Anonymous.The Mariner's Hymn. 1Lord of the sea!--thy potent sway Old ocean's wildest waves obey; The gale that whistles through the shrouds, The storm that drives the frighted clouds,-- If but thy whisper order peace, How soon their rude commotions cease! 2Lord of the sea!--the seaman keep From all dangers of the deep! When high the white-capped billows rise, When tempests roar along the skies, When foes or shoals awaken fear,-- O, in thy mercy be thou near. 3Lord of the sea!--a sea is life Of care and sorrow, woe and strife! With watchful pains we steer along, To keep the right path, shun the wrong: God grant, that, when we cease to roam, We gain an everlasting home! 829. 7s. M. Mrs. Sigourney.The Same. 1When the parting bosom bleeds, When our native shore recedes, When the wild and faithless main Takes us to her trust again, Father! view a sailor's woe-- Guide us wheresoe'er we go. 2When the lonely watch we keep, Silent on the mighty deep, While the boisterous surges hoarse Bear us daily on our course, Eye that never slumbers! shed Holy influence on our head. 3When the Sabbath's peaceful ray, O'er the ocean's breast doth play, Though no throngs assemble there, No sweet church-bell warns to prayer, Spirit! let thy presence be Sabbath to the unresting sea. 4When in foreign lands we roam, Far from kindred, far from home, Stranger-eyes our conduct view, Heathen-bands our steps pursue, Let our conversation be Fitting those who follow thee. 5Should pale death, with arrow dread, Make the ocean-cave our bed, Though no eye of love might see Where that shrouded grave shall be-- God! who hear'st the surges roll, Deign to save the sailor's soul. 830. C. M. Madan's Coll.Thanksgiving for Deliverance in a Storm. 1Our little bark, on boisterous seas, By cruel tempests tossed, Without one cheerful beam of hope, Expecting to be lost,-- 2We to the Lord, in humble prayer, Breathed out our sad distress; Though feeble, yet with contrite hearts, We begged return of peace. 3Then ceased the stormy winds to blow; The surges ceased to roll; And soon again a placid sea Spoke comfort to the soul. 4O, may our grateful, trembling hearts Their hallelujahs sing To him who hath our lives preserved,-- Our Father and our King. 831. 8s. M. H. F. Gould.Hymn at Sea. 1O Thou who hast spread out the skies, And measured the depths of the sea, 'Twixt heavens and ocean shall rise Our incense of praises to thee. 2We know that thy presence is near While heaves our bark far from the land;-- We ride o'er the deep without fear;-- The waters are held in thy hand. 3Eternity comes in the sound Of billows that never can sleep! There's Deity circling us round,-- Omnipotence walks o'er the deep! 4O Father, our eye is to thee, As on for the haven we roll; And faith in our Pilot shall be An anchor to steady the soul. 832. L. M. Cowper.Temptation compared to a Storm. 1The billows swell; the winds are high; Clouds overcast my wintry sky: Out of the depths to thee I call; My fears are great, my strength is small. 2O Lord, the pilot's part perform, And guide and guard me through the storm; Defend me from each threatening ill; Control the waves: say, "Peace! be still." 833. L. M. L. H. Signourney.Prayer at Sea. 1Prayer may be sweet in cottage homes, Where sire and child devoutly kneel, While through the open casement nigh The vernal blossoms fragrant steal. 2Prayer may be sweet in stately halls, Where heart with kindred heart is blent, And upward to th' eternal throne The hymn of praise melodious sent. 3But he who fain would know how warm The soul's appeal to God may be, From friends and native land should turn, A wanderer on the faithless sea;-- 4Should hear its deep, imploring tone Rise heavenward o'er the foaming surge, When billows toss the fragile bark, And fearful blasts the conflict urge. 5Naught, naught appears but sea and sky; No refuge where the foot may flee: How will he cast, O Rock divine, The anchor of his soul on thee! 834. C. M. Anonymous.The Sailor's Grave. 1Not in the church-yard shall he sleep, Amid the silent gloom,-- His home was on the mighty deep, And there shall be his tomb. 2He loved his own bright, deep blue sea, O'er it he loved to roam; And now his winding sheet shall be That same bright ocean's foam. 3No village bell shall toll for him Its mournful, solemn dirge; The winds shall chant a requiem To him beneath the surge. 4For him, break not the grassy turf, Nor turn the dewy sod; His dust shall rest beneath the surf, His spirit with its God. 835. C. M. Select Hymns.Prayer for Seamen. 1We come, O Lord, before thy throne, And, with united pleas, We meet and pray for those who roam Far off upon the seas. 2O, may the Holy Spirit bow The sailor's heart to thee, Till tears of deep repentance flow Like rain-drops in the sea. 3Then may a Saviour's dying love Pour peace into his breast, And waft him to the port above Of everlasting rest. |
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