5 Roar on, ye waves; our souls defy 6 Rage, while our faith the Saviour tries, 1044 WH S. M. Praise for protecting mercy. 2 The tempest heard his voice, 3 With joy we hail'd the shore, 4 Thus, while o'er seas we roam, 5 And when this life is past, 6 Then, as we join the bands We'll praise thee with uplifted hands, 1045 WH 29th P. M 4 lines 12s. Save, Lord, or we perish! HEN through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming, When o'er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming, Nor hope lends a ray, the poor seaman to cherish, We fly to our Maker, Save,-Lord, or we perish! 2 O Jesus, once rock'd on the breast of the billow, Aroused by the shriek of despair from thy pillow,Now seated in glory, the mariner cherish, Who cries, in his anguish, Save, Lord, or we perish! 3 And, 0, when the whirlwind of passion is raging, When sin in our hearts its sad warfare is waging, Then send down thy grace, thy redeemed to cherish; Rebuke the destroyer, Save, Lord, or we perish! 1046 18th P. M. 10, 5, 11 Deliverance from danger. ALL praise to the Lord, who rules with a word The untractable sea, And limits its rage by his steadfast decree: Whose providence binds or releases the winds, And compels them again, At his beck, to put on the invisible chain. And commanded the tempest its distance to keep; We are joyful again in the haven to rest. And thankfully sing of his fatherly care; Perform'd by the virtue of Jesus's Naine. 1047 HOW WATCH-NIGHT. 1st P. M. 6 lines 8s. A solemn vigil. OW many pass the guilty night 3 We can, O Jesus, for thy sake, Devote our every hour to thee; Speak but the word, our souls shall wake, And bid us in thy strength rejoice; Of saints, and let our joys abound; And triumph in redemption found: 60 may we all triumphant rise; With joy upon our heads return; And far above these nether skies, By thee on eagles' wings upborne, Through all yon radiant circles move, And gain the highest heaven of love. 1048 1st P. M. 6 lines Es. A living sacrifice unto the Lord. WISDOM ascribe, and might, and praise, To God, who lengthens out our days; Who spares us yet another year, 2 How often, when his arm was bared, 1049 A midnight song. C. M. JOIN, all ye ransom'd sons of grace, And shout to the Redeemer's praise 2 Blessing, and thanks, and love, and might, Be to our Jesus given, Who turns our darkness into light, Who turns our hell to heaven. 3 Thither our faithful souls he leads: With crowns of joy upon our heads, 1050 3d P. M. 4 6s & 2 9s. The Bridegroom cometh. E virgin souls, arise; YE With all the dead, awake; Unto salvation wise, Oil in your vessels take: Upstarting at the midnight cry— Behold the heavenly Bridegroom nig!! 2 He comes, he comes, to call Who meet for glory are: Made ready for your full reward; 3 Go, meet him in the sky, With all his saints ascend: Ye pure in heart, obtain the grace 4 The everlasting doors Shall soon the saints receive, Far from a world of grief and sin, 5 Then let us wait to hear May we be watching found: And when thou dost the heavens bow, Be found-as, Lord, thou find'st us now |