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So shall they smile, secure from fear,
Though death should blast the rising year. 6 Thy children, ready to be gone,
Bid time's impetuous tide roll on, And land them on that blooming shore, Where years and death are known no more. 87. L. M. H. M. WILLIAMS.
Thou hast made Summer and Winter.' 1 My God, all nature owns thy sway ;
Thou givest the night, and thou the day ;
Her melodies to thee belong.
The evening slowly spreads her shade,
And lead the softened heart to thee. 3 As o'er thy works the seasons roll,
And soothe, with change of bliss, the soul,
Above that dome of sky,
Thy dwelling is on high :
That thou, my God, art nigh.
Through the wide fields of air;
The waves obey thy dread control ;
Yet still thou art not there.
Who yet is everywhere?
But in the conscious breast,
There does his spirit rest.
And make thy creature blest.
89. 10 & 6s M. S. G. GOODRICH.
Thoughts at Sea. 1 HERE is the boundless ocean, there the sky
O'erarching broad and blue, Telling of God and heaven, how deep, how high,
How glorious and how true! 2 Upon the wave there is an anthem sweet,
Whispered in fear and love, Sending a solemn tribute to the feet
Of Him who sits above.
The sea thy sceptre knows;
Or folds it to repose. 4 And when the whirlwind hath gone rushing by,
Obedient to thy will,
Humbled, subdued, and still!
With peace upon its breast,
Holy and hushed to rest;
Bidding the storm depart,
With love, my shadowed heart.
90. L. M. ANONYMOUS.
Hymn at Sea. 1 On Thou, who bid'st these ocean-streams
Their primal bounds and limits keep;
Who lay'st thy temple’s starry beams
Unshaken on the mighty deep; 2 Conduct us o'er the trackless waste That
spurns the print of human feet, But where thy presence may be traced
In every wind and wave we meet! 3 And as the liquid plains we rove,
Should stormy winds resistless blow,
O spare us from the gulf below!
To bow subinissive to thy will,
In all thy judgments, patient still !
By favouring gales or tempests driven,
91. L. M. BOWRING.
Is o'er the couch of labour spread;
That hovers round the tired one's head. 2 As calm and cold as mortal clay
When life is fled, earth soundly sleeps ;
And darkness rules the ocean deeps. 3 But, lighted ’neath heaven's temple arch,
Ten thousand stars are shining round,
Thy everlasting praise resound.
Enkindles strength in sleeping men;
And life's sad waste repairs again.
And lead me gently to the last;
92. C. M. BP. HEBER.
A Vision of Jerusalem. 1 JERUSALEM, Jerusalem! enthroned once on high, Thou favoured home of God on earth, thou heaven below
the sky, Now brought to bondage with thy sons, a curse and grief
Jerusalem, Jerusalem ! our tears shall flow for thee. 2 Oh hadst thou known thy day of grace, and flocked beneath
the wing Of him who called thee lovingly, thine own anointed King, Then had the tribes of all the world gone up thy pomp to
see, And glory dwelt within thy gates, and all thy sons been
free! 3.And who art thou that mournest me?' replied the ruin
gray, "And fearest not rather that thyself may prove a castaway? I am a dried and abject branch, my place is given to thee;
But wo to every barren graft of thy wild olive tree! 4 Our day of grace is sunk in night, our time of mercy
spent, For heavy was my children's crime, and strange their pun
ishment; Yet gaze not idly on our fall, but, sinner, warned be, Who spared not his chosen seed, may send his wrath on
tliee! 5 Our day of grace is sunk in night, thy noon is in its prime;
Oh turn and seek thy Saviour's face in this accepted time!
93. C. M. WESLEY.
With a glad heart and free,
I consecrate to thee.
Restore to thee thine own;
To serve my God alone.