And high the waters flow,

And o'er my sides break in, But still my little ship outbraves

The blust'ring winds and surging waves. 3. When I in my distress,

.

My anchor, hope, can cast
Within the promises,

It holds my vessel fast;
Safely she then at anchor rides,
Midst stormy winds and swelling tides.

4. If a dead calm ensues,

And heaven no breezes give, The oar of prayer I use,

I tug and toil and strive.

Thro' storms and calm for many, a day,
I make but very little way.

5. But when a heavenly breeze
Springs np and fills my sail,
goes with ease

My vessel

Before the pleasant gale;

And runs as much an hour, or more,
As in a month or two before.

6. Hid by the clouds from sight

The sun doth not appear,

Nor can I in the night

Behold the moon or star;

Sometimes for days and weeks, or more. I cannot see the sky or shore.

7. As at the time of noon, My quadrant, faith, I take,

To view my Christ, my sun,

If he the clouds should break:
I'm happy when his face I see,
I know then whereabouts I be.
8. The bible is my chart,
By it the seas I know,
I cannot with it part

It rocks and sands doth show;
It is a chart and compass too,
Whose needle points forever true.
9. I keep aloof from pride,
These rocks I pass with care
I studiously avoid

The whirlpool of despair;
Presumption's quicksands too I shun,"
Near them I do not choose to run.
10 When through a strait I go,
Or near some coast am drove,
The plumet forth I throw,

And thus my safety prove;
My conscience is the line which I
Fathom the depth of water by.

11, My vessel would be lost,
In spite of all my care,
But that the Holy Ghost
Himself vouchsafes to steer;
As I through all my voyages will
Depend upon my steerman's skill.

12. Ere I can reach heaven's coast,
I must a gulph pass through.

Which fatal proves to most,
For all this passage go,

But all death's waves can't me o'erwhelm
If God himself is at the helm.

13. When through the gulph I get,
(Though rough, it is but short,)
The pilot angels meet,

Aud bring me into port;

And when I land on that blest shore, shall be safe forevermore.

HYMN 58. P. M.

There is a land of pleasure,
Where streams of joy forever roll;
"Tis there I have my treasure,

And there I hope to rest my soul.
Long darkness dwelt around me,
With scarcely once a cheering ray ::
But since my Saviour found me,
A light has shone along my way.
2. My way is full of danger,

But it's the path that leads to God;
Then like a valiant soldier,

I'll dauntless keep the happy road. Now I must gird my sword on,

My helmet, breast-plate and my shield, And fight the hosts of satan,

Until I gain the heavenly field.

3. I'm on my way to Canaan,

Still guided by my Saviour's hand; O come along, dear sinner,

And see Immanuel's happy land, To all that stay behind me

1 bid a long, a long farewell! O come, or you'll repent it,

When you do reach the gates of hell! 4. The vale of tears surrounds me," And Jordan's current rolls before ! O how I stand and tremble

To hear the dismal waters roar ! Whose hand shall then support me, And keep my soul from sinking there From sinking down to darkness, And to the regions of despair.

5. The waves shall not affright me, Although they're deeper than the grave, If Jesus will stand behind me

I'll calmly ride on Jordan's waves. His word has calm'd the ocean;

His lamp has cheer'd the gloomy vale; O may this friend be with me

When thro' the gates of death I sail.
6. Then come, thou king of terrors,
And with thy weapons lay me low;
I soon shall reach that region,

Where everlasting pleasures flow;
Now christians I must leave y ou
A few more days to suffer here;
Through grace I soon shall meet you,
My soul exults, I'm almost there.
7. But O the thoughtless company

That crowds the road that leads to wo; For them I'm fill'd with sympathy,

I soon must bid them all adieu!
O sinners, must I leave you!
No more to join your social band,
No more to stand before

you,
Till at the judgment seat we stand!

8. Soon the arch-angel's trumpet Shall shake the globe from pole to pole

And all the wheels of nature

Shall in a moment cease to roll; There I shall see my Saviour,

With shining ranks of angels come To execute his vengeance,

And take his ransom'd people home.

HYMN 59. P. M.

JESUS to every willing mind,
Opens a heavenly treasure,
In him the sons of sorrow find
Sources of real pleasure;

See what employments men pursue;
Then you will own my words are true,
Jesus alone unfolds to view

Sources of real pleasure.

2. Poor are the joys that fools esteem,
Fading and transitory:
Mirth is as fleeting as a dream,

Or a delusive story:

Luxury leaves a sting behind,