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2 Once on the raging seas I sailed ;

The storm was loud—the night was dark, The ocean yawn'd—and wild winds wailed,

And roared around my found'ring bark. Deep horror then my vitals froze,

Death-struck, I ceas'd the tide to stem ; When suddenly a star arose,

It was the Star of Bethlehem. 3 It was my guide, my light, my all,

It bade my dark forebodings cease ; And, through the storm and dangers' thrall

It led me to the port of peace. Now safely moor'd, my perils o'er,

I'll sing, first in night's diadem, For ever, and for evermore,

The Star, the Star of Bethlehem.

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Fear Not. GIVE to the winds thy fears,

Hope and be undismay'd, God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears,

He will lift up thy head. 2 Through waves, through clouds and storms,

He gently clears thy way:
Then wait His time, so shall the night

Soon end in joyous day.
3 Thou seest our weakness, Lord !

Our hearts are known to Thee ; Oh! lift Thou up the sinking hand,

Confirm the feeble knee. 4 May we, in life and death,

Boldly Thy truth declare ;

And publish, with our latest breath,

Thy love and guardian care,


136. Psalm CXXXVI. LET us with a gladsome mind

Praise the Lord, for He is kind ; For His mercies shall endure,

Ever faithful, ever sure. 2 He with all commanding might, Fillid the new-made world with light:

For His mercies, &c. 3 All things living He doth feed; His full hand supplies their need :

For His mercies, &c. 4 He His chosen race did bless In the wasteful wilderness :

For His mercies, &c. 5 He hath with a piteous eye Look'd upon our misery :

For His mercies, &c. 6 (The first stanza repeated.)

137. Psalm CXXXVII. 12,11. BY Babylon's waters we silently sorrowed !

Yea, wept as we thought of our deso

late home! The wings of the doves we then fain would

have borrowed, And fast from the tyrant's dominions have 2 Our harps hung we sadly on willows


surrounding! Their notes full of melody ceased to be

heard : Save when the bleak blast thro' their chords

was resounding! But mournful and low were the notes that

it stirred. 3 Our enemies fierce, and as strong as the

lion, Now boldly required a song from our hands: But how could we sing the sweet hymns

of our Zion 'Neath slavery's chains, in proud Babylon's

lands? 4 Arise, O Jehovah! with blessings appearing;

Thy banners of mercy upraise and unfuri ! With gladness the hearts of Thy lone

Israel cheering, And build us that city whose gates are of

pearl. 5 There safe and secure in its walls of

salvation, In loud pealing anthems our voices shall

rise ! For ever defended from each hostile nation! No tears shall then dim our once sorrowful

eyes! 138. For the Queen. () KING of kings! Thy blessing shed

On our anointed Sovereign's head ; And, looking from Thy holy heaven, Protect the crown Thyself hast given.

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2 Oh, may we honour and obey : .

Uphold her right, and love her sway :
Rememb’ring that the powers that be,

Are ministers ordained by Thee.
3 By her this favour'd nation bless :

To all her counsels give success :
In peace and war may it be seen,

Thou givest wisdom to our Queen.
4 And oh! when earthly thrones decay,

And earthly kingdoms fade away ;
Grant her a throne in worlds on high,

A crown of immortality. 139. Psalm CXXXIX. THOU, Lord, by strictest search hast known

My rising up and lying down ;
My secret thoughts are known to Thee,

Known long before conceiv'd by me.
2 Thine eye my bed and path surveys,
My public haunts and private ways :
Surrounded by Thy power, I stand ;

On every side I find Thy hand. 3 If up to heaven I take my flight,

'Tis there Thou dwell'st enthron'd in light; If down to hell's infernal plains,

There Thine almighty vengeance reigns. 4 Or should I try to shun Thy sight,

Beneath the sable wings of night ;
One glance from Thee, one piercing ray,

Would kindle darkness into day. 5 The veil of night is no disguise,

No screen from Thy all-searching eyes :

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Where can I, Lord, Thy Spirit shun,

Or whither from Thy presence run.
140. Christmas Day.
O SAVIOUR whom this holy morn

Gave to our world below ;
To mortal want and labour born,

And more than mortal woe!
2 Incarnate Word! by every grief,

By each temptation tried ; Who lived to yield our ills relief,

And to redeem us died. 3 If gaily cloth’d, and proudly fed,

In dangerous wealth we dwell ; Remind us of Thy manger bed,

And lowly cottage cell! 4 If prest by poverty severe,

In envious want we pine,
Oh! may Thy Spirit whisper near,

How poor a lot was Thine !
5 Through fickle fortune's various scene

From sin preserve us free!
Like us, Thou hast a mourner been ;

May we rejoice with Thee. 141. Tenth Sunday after Trinity. C.M.D. JERUSALEM! Jerusalem !

Enthroned once on high,
Thou favour'd home of God on earth,

Thou heaven below the sky !
Now brought to bondage with thy sons,

A curse and grief to see ;

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