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3 The mountains in their places stood,
4 Lord, 'tis not ours to make the sea,
9th P. M. 87, 87, 87, 87. For the dedication of a seamen's Bethel. NHOU, who on the whirlwind ridest,
At whose word the thunder roars, Who in majesty presidest
O’er the oceans and their shores; From those shores, and from the ocean,
We, the children of the sea, Come to offer our devotion,
And to give this house to thee.
2 When, for business on great waters,
We go down to sea in ships,
Hang, at parting, on our lips ;
That Jehovah heareth prayer; And that those we leave behind us
Are thy faithful church's care.
3 When in port, each day that's holy
To this house we'll press in throngs; When at sea, with spirit lowly,
We'll repeat its sacred songs. Outward bound, shall we, in sadness,
Lose its flag behind the seas; Homeward bound, we'll greet with gladness
Its first floating on the breeze.
4 Homeward bound !—with deep emotion,
We remember, Lord, that life Is a voyage o'er an ocean
Heaved by many a tempest's strife. Be thy statutes so engraven
On our hearts and minds, that we, Anchoring in death's quiet haven,
All may make our home with thee.
L. M. Souls perishing for lack of knowledge. SHEPHERD of souls, with pitying eye
The thousands of our Israel see; To thee in their behalf we cry,—
Ourselves but newly found in thee. 2 See where o'er desert wastes they err,
And neither food nor feeder have, Nor fold, nor place of refuge near,
For no man cares their souls to save. 3 Thy people, Lord, are sold for naught,
Nor know they their Redeemer nigh; They perish, whom thyself hast bought;
Their souls for lack of knowledge die. 4 The pit its mouth hath open'd wide,
To swallow up its careless prey : Why should they die, when thou hast died
Éast died to bear their sins away? 5 Why should the foe thy purchase seize?
Remember, Lord, thy dying groans : The meed of all thy suff'rings these ;
O claim them for thy ransom'd ones!
973 26th P. M. 76, 76, 76, 76. The cry of the heathen.
, From India's coral strand; Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver
Their land from error's chain.
2 What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle;
And only man is vile:
The gifts of God are strown;
Bows down to wood and stone.
3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high, Shall we to men benighted
The lamp of life deny ? Salvation !-0 salvation !
The joyful sound proclaim, Till earth's remotest nation
Has learn'd Messiah's name.
4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story,
And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory,
It spreads from pole to pole : Till o'er our ransom'd nature
The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.
1st P. M. 6 lines 8s.
The ruined race.
Let Israel's Consolation, hear;
And show thyself the Comforter;
By sin eternally undone,
And make thy richest mercy known,
To every soul thy Son reveal,
Our deep, original wound to heal;
That Christ should die, and leave the grave; Gather the world into his fold,
The Church of Jews and Gentiles save.
2 Yet, by the prince of darkness bound,
The nations still are wrapt in night: They never heard the joyful sound;
They never saw the Gospel light. 3 Light of the world, again appear,
In mildest majesty of grace,
And claim our whole apostate race.
The joy the Gospel will bestow;
And, as thy billows flow,
To every land below.
Safe to the destined shore;
And death's black shade, no more. 2 0 thou eternal Ruler,
Who holdest in thine arm The tempests of the ocean,
Protect them from all harm!
Wherever they may be ;
Still let them be with thee.