The storm is laid, the winds retire,
Obedient to thy will;

The sea, that roars at thy command,
At thy command is still.

In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths,
Thy goodness we'll adore;

We'll praise thee for thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more.

Our life, while thou preserv'st that life,
Thy sacrifice shall be;

And death,—when death shall be our lot,—
Shall join our souls to thee.

HYMN 748.

richly-freighted bark nearly lost in a storm, when, lo! the cheering light of Calvary appears ahead. L. M.

TIS

IS dark around, and drear and chill,
And murky clouds have lent their aid
To deepen still the dreadful gloom
On ocean's bosom darkly laid.

The howling winds in tempest speak,
The crested surge sweeps mountain-high,
The thunders roll, the lightnings flash,
And breakers wail their death-song nigh.
A bark is on the treacherous wave,

With priceless freight of rarest worth;
Not wedge of gold nor sparkling gem
Could tell the prize,-not all the earth.
With every sail and canvas rent,

And masts dismantled by the storm, With helm unshipp'd, and crashing spars, A blighted and unsightly form;Despair above her flag has set,

And Hope her pinions plumed for flight, And ruin hovers round the wreck, And rayless, starless is the night.

6 But see! a light across the wave
Has burst in gleams of glory: See!
It shines for those in error's night,-
It is the Light of Calvary!

7 A hand has grasp'd the yielding helm, Power from on high gives strength and might;

And though the raging tempest blows, The light is made, bright Calv'ry's light. 8 O how with joy the soul now thrills,

The danger's past,-the port is made;
And though the storm is wild without,
Within its waves are calmly laid.

9 Then, let the world,―let all that breathe,
And millions that are yet to be,-
Adore and praise the matchless grace
That gave the Light of Calvary!

HYMN 749.

God the preserver of His servants in the wonders of the

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deep. 4 lines 7's.

HEY that toil

THEY upon the deep,

And, in vessels light and frail,
O'er the mighty waters sweep,

With the billow and the gale,-
2 Mark what wonders God performs,
When he speaks; and, unconfined,
Rush to battle all his storms,
In the chariots of the wind.
3 Up to heaven their bark is whirl'd,
On the mountain of the wave;
Down as suddenly 'tis hurl'd

To th' abysses of the grave:-
4 Then unto the Lord they cry;
He inclines a gracious ear,
Sends deliv'rance from on high,
Rescues them from all their fear.

5 O that men would praise the Lord, For his goodness to their race; For the wonders of his word,

And the riches of his

HYMN 750.

grace.

ng to the Saviour for refuge, with the prayer, "Save Lord, or we perish." 12's.

sail the wild

WHEN through the torn tempest is streaming, [is gleaming, When o'er the dark wave the red lightning Nor hope lends a ray, the poor seaman to cherish, [perish!" We fly to our Maker,-"Save, Lord, or we Ɔ Jesus, once rock'd on the breast of the

billow, [pillow, Aroused by the shriek of despair from thy Now seated in glory, those mariners cherish, Who cry, in their anguish, in their anguish, "Save, Lord, or we perish!"

And, O, when the whirlwind of passion is raging, [waging, When sin in our hearts its sad warfare is Then send down thy grace, thy redeemed

to cherish; [perish!" Rebuke the destroyer,-"Save, Lord, or we HYMN 751.

Tariners' hymn of joyful confidence in the preserving and piloting care of God. 8 lines 8's. THOU, who hast spread out the skies, And measured the depths of the sea,

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Our incense of praise shall arise

In joyous thanksgiving to thee.

For ever thy presence is near,

Though heaves our bark far from the land;

We ride on the deep without fear;
The waters are held in thy hand.

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Eternity comes in the sound

Of billows that never can sleep;
Jehovah encircles us round;

Omnipotence walks on the deep.
Our Father, we look up to thee,
As on tow'rd the haven we roll;
And faith in our Pilot shall be
An anchor to steady the soul.

HYMN 752.

Calmness in the breast of a Christian mariner amid a raging storm. L. M.

GLO

LORY to Thee, whose powerful word Bids the tempestuous winds arise; Glory to thee, the sov'reign Lord

Of air, and earth, and sea, and skies. 2 Let air, and earth, and skies obey,

And seas thine awful will perform:
From them we learn to own thy sway,
And shout to meet the gath'ring storm.
3 What though the floods lift up their voice;
Thou hearest, Lord, our louder cry;
They cannot damp thy children's joys,
Or shake the soul when God is nigh.
4 Headlong we cleave the yawning deep,
And back to highest heaven are borne,
Unmoved, though rapid whirlwinds sweep,
And all the watery world upturn.

5 Roar on, ye waves; our souls defy
Your roaring to disturb our rest;
In vain t' impair the calm ye try,-
The calm in a believer's breast.

6 Rage, while our faith the Saviour tries,
Thou sea, the servant of his will;
Rise, while our God permits thee, rise,
But fall when he shall say,-Be still.

HYMN 753.

The mariner's midnight hymn. P. M.* 10 The ocean's cavern'd cell, THOU, who didst prepare

And teach the gathering waters there
To meet and dwell,-
Toss'd in our reeling bark

Upon this briny sea,

Thy wondrous ways, O Lord, we mark,
And sing to thee.

2 That glorious Hand of thine,

That fills the fount of day,
And gives the lunar orb to shine
With silv'ry ray,—

That hangeth forth on high

The clust'ring gems of night,-
Can point beneath a beamless sky
Our course aright.

3 Borne on the dark'ning wave,
In measured sweep we go,
Nor dread th' unfathomable grave
That yawns below;

For he is nigh who trod

Amid the foaming spray,

Whose billows own'd the Saviour, God,

And died away.

4 How terrible art Thou,

In all thy wonders shown,

Though veil'd is thine eternal brow,

Thy steps unknown!

Invisible to sight,

But O to faith how near!

Beneath the gloomiest cloud of night

Thou beamest here.

Tune, the same as that well-known tune used in singing

"The God of Abra'm praise." Hymn 59.