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To keep the heart in tune, despite

A war of jarring sounds-
Still to preserve the affections right,

And love, where hate abounds

This, this is hard, for nature spurns

To render good for ill,
And hot the angry spirit burns,

Harsh rules the uugoverned will.

'Tis grace alone can mould the heart

This gentle power to prove'Tis grace alone can grace impart,

And teach the soul to love.

O Thou, who art the Source and Spring,

Of our new nature's birth, Love brought Thee down, that Thou might'st bring

Love to this wretched earth.

Light Thou my torch by Thine own flame;

So shall it ever glow,
A light to mark from whence it came,

Thro' all the fogs below.

Light Thou my torch, a living sign,

While thro' this world I rove, A child of love, a child of Thine

For Thou, my God, art Love!


Fair sea! whose lines of rolling wave

Flash back the gladsome day,
And seem, as the broad beach they lave,

In murmurs soft to say,
* Is there a wand'rer on my breast ?-
I'll bear him gently to his rest,

And soothe his cares away ;
Here, where sweet flowers of thousand hues,
The welcome of their balm diffuse.'

Not thus,-not thus thine accents broke

On Paul's awaken'd ear,
When hoarse thy boiling waters spoke,

And mock'd the seaman's fear!
Thrice rose the sun, yet flung his light
Idly upon that triple night,

Wrought by thy wrestlings drear;
Whilst on thy fickle breast of foam,
Man found nor refuge nor a home!

Rude sea! hadst thou no sealed charge,

That fearful crew to spare,
To mark, when sank the fragile barge,

Thy Lord's beloved there?
Yea, tho' thou foam above, below,
Thy bounds are set—thus far may’st go,

Farther thou may’st not dare : In vain thy billows course their way— Saved are the souls ! Disgorge thy prey !

And yet, methinks, when Paul once more

Sought thy rude waves to greet,
The rippling waters coursed the shore,

To kiss his sainted feet-
But he nor trusted thee, nor feared ;
Not at thy pleasure safe he steered,

Or 'gainst thy scowlings beat :
He knew Jehovah ruled, as slaves,
Thy myriad host of wanton waves.

O for a faith! the faith of Paul,

To rise above things seen ;
To cease to feel and mourn that all

Are not as might have been :
That ocean, air, the land, the fire,
Might aye celestial thoughts inspire,

And from earth's pleasures wean -
Then all I think, or hear, or see,
Were token from my God to me.

And thou, fair sea!—for be thy form,

As spread before my sight, Or heaved and frothed abroad by storm,

Or gemmed with twinklings brightI love thee for thy Maker's sake, And hail the thoughts thy waves awake,

Thoughts clothed in mystic might, That He, who rules in heaven above, Loves me, his child,-for He is Love.

One hour upon this lonely shore,

Where Paul before me trod,
Hath lent me wings in hope to soar,

And commune with my God :
Oh would this fresh’ning southern breeze,
That murmurs gently thro' the trees,

And spreads their scents abroad, Bear hither, as my longings rise, The loaded gales of Paradise !

What is Life's course, by day and night,

But an unstable sea,
Now wrestling in malicious might,

Now frothed in sportive glee-
Why should I heed its restless wiles,
Its heaving wrath, or twinkling smiles,

Its frowns or revelry ?-
I heed nor blame—it has its hour-
The tool of an Almighty power.

O give me grace, my gracious King,

To take, as from thine hand The woes its boisterous tempests bring,

The comforts of its strand-
Then every breeze shall echo, · Come,'
And every billow waft me home,

To Canaan's blissful land,
Where rolling thunders cease to roar,
And the tossed soul rests evermore!

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