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2 He 'll shield you with a wall of fire,
With holy zeal your hearts inspire,
And calm the savage breast to peace.
Then shall we meet to part no more, —
And crown the Saviour Lord of all.
Wisdom had her glorious seat,
Sprang to birth beneath thy feet ;
Light the mighty world of mind ;
Kindly watchest all mankind;
Teach the way of truth and right,
Shed that wisdom's guiding light.
SEAMEN'S HYMNS. 792.
The Seaman's Song.
The unknown regions of the sea.
And seize the favor of the wind;
Till God command, and tempests rise,
That heave the ocean to the skies.
Bereaved of hope, to God they cry :
And sends salvation in distress.
And stormy tempests cease to rage ;
And hail with joy their native shore.
The wondrous goodness of the Lord ;
And in the church his glory sing.
How sure is thy defence !
Their help, Omnipotence.
Supported by thy care,
And breathe in tainted air.
High on the broken wave,
Nor impotent to save.
Obedient to thy will;
At thy command is still.
Thy goodness we'll adore ;
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We'll praise thee for thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more. 794.
L. M. L. H. SIGOURNEY.
Prayer at Sea.
Where sire and child devoutly kneel,
The vernal blossoms fragrant steal. 2 Prayer may be sweet in stately halls,
Where heart with kindred heart is blent,
The hymn of praise melodious sent. 3 But he who fain would know how warm
The soul's appeal to God may be,
A wanderer on the faithless sea ; 4 Should bear its deep, imploring tone
Rise heavenward o'er the foaming surge,
And fearful blasts the conflict urge.
No refuge where the foot may flee :
The anchor of his soul on thee! 1795.
C. M. Madan's Coll.
By cruel iempests tossed,
Expecting to be lost, —
Breathed out our sad distress ;
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3 Then ceased the stormy winds to blow;
The surges ceased to roll ;
Spoke comfort to the soul.
Their hallelujahs sing
Our Father and our King.
Bids the tempestuous wind arise ;
of air, and earth, and seas, and skies ! 2 Let air, and earth, and skies obey,
And seas thine awful will perform ;
And shout to meet the gathering storm. 3 What though the floods lift up their voice,
Thou hearest, Lord, our louder cry ;
Or shake the soul when God is nigh.
Your roaring to disturb our rest;
The calm in a believer's breast.
Who to the deep go down,
When rocks and billows frown.
What then art thou, who bidst it keep
Within its bounds confined.
Eternal praise to thee,
Or still the raging sea. 798.
Amid the silent gloom, —
And there shall be his tomb.
O'er it he loved to roam ;
That same bright ocean's foam.
Its mournful, solemn dirge ;
To him beneath the surge.
Nor turn the dewy sod;
His spirit with its God. 799. L. M. 6 L.
ANONYMOUS. The Mariner's Hymn. 1 LORD of the Sea ! — thy potent sway
Old Ocean's wildest waves obey ;