1 How are thy servants blest, O Lord!
How sure is their defence!
Eternal Wisdom is their guide,
Their help Omnipotence.
2 In foreign realms, and lands remote,
Supported by thy care,
They pass unhurt through burning climes, And breathe in tainted air.
3 Thy mercy sweetens every soil,
Makes every region please;
The hoary frozen hills it warms,
And smooths the boisterous seas.
4 Though by the dreadful tempest tossed
High on the broken wave,
They know thou art not slow to hear,
Nor impotent to save.
5 The storm is laid, the winds retire,
Obedient to thy will;
The sea that roars at thy command,
At thy command is still.
6 In midst of dangers, fears, and death,
Thy goodness I'll adore;
And praise thee for thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more.
1 GLORY to thee, whose powerful word
Bids the tempestuous wind arise;
Glory to thee, the sovereign Lord
Of air, and earth, and seas, and skies!
2 Let air, and earth, and skies obey,
And seas thine awful will perform ;
From them we learn to own thy sway,
And shout to meet the gathering storm.
3 What though the floods lift up their voice,
Thou hearest, Lord, our louder cry;
They cannot damp thy children's joys,
Or shake the soul when God is nigh.
4 Roar on, ye waves! our souls defy
Your roaring to disturb our rest;
In vain to impair the calm ye try,
The calm in a believer's breast.
The Mariner's Hymn of Praise.
1 LORD of the wide-extended main !
Whose power the winds and seas controls,
Whose hand doth earth and heaven sustain,
Whose Spirit leads believing souls;
2 Throughout the deep thy footsteps shine;
We own thy way is in the sea,
O'era wed by majesty divine,
And lost in thine immensity!
3 Thy wisdom here we learn to adore,
Thine everlasting truth we prove,
Amazing heights of boundless power,
Unfathomable depths of love.
4 Infinite God! thy greatness spanned
These heavens, and meted out the skies!
Lo! in the hollow of thy hand
The measured waters sink and rise.
5 Thee to perfection who can tell?
Earth and her sons beneath thee lie,
Lighter than dust within thy scale,
And less than nothing in thine eye.
6 Yet in thy Son divinely great,
We claim thy providential care;
Boldly we stand before thy seat,
Our Advocate hath placed us there.
7 With him we are gone up on high,
Since he is ours, and we are his;
With him we reign above the sky,
And walk upon the subject seas.
1 LORD of the Sea !-thy potent sway Old Ocean's wildest waves obey;
The gale that whistles through the shrouds, The storm that drives the frighted cloudsIf but thy whisper order peace,
How soon their rude commotions cease!
2 Lord of the Sea!-the silent hour,
And deep, dull calm, confess thy power;
The sun that pours his welcome light,
The moon that makes the dark scene bright,
The guiding star, the favoring wind,
Display a good and sovereign mind.
3 Lord of the Sea!-the seaman keep
From all the dangers of the deep!
When high the white-capped billows rise,
When tempests roar along the skies,
When foes or shoals awaken fear-
O! in thy mercy be thou near!
4 Lord of the Sea !-when, safe from harm,
The sailor rests in slumbers calm,
May dreams of home his spirit cheer,-
Dreams that shall never false appear;
May thoughts of friends, and peace, and thee,
His solid consolations be!
5 Lord of the Sea!-a sea is life
Of care and sorrow, woe and strife!
With watchful pains we steer along,
To keep the right path, shun the wrong:
God grant, that, after every roam,
We gain an everlasting home!
The Light to lighten the Gentiles.
1 O'ER the realms of pagan darkness,
Let the eye of pity gaze;
See the kindred of the people
Lost in sin's bewildering maze;
Darkness brooding
On the face of all the earth
2 Light of them that sit in darkness!
Rise and shine, thy blessings bring;
Light to lighten all the Gentiles!
Rise with healing in thy wing;
To thy brightness
Let all kings and nations come.
3 May the heathen, now adoring
Idol-gods of wood and stone,
Come, and, worshipping before him,
Serve the living God alone:
Let thy glory
Fill the earth as floods the sea.
4 Thou to whom all power is given,
Speak the word;-at thy command,
Let the company of preachers
Spread thy name from land to land;
Lord, be with them
Alway to the end of time.
503. 7 & 6s. M.
Missionary Hymn.
1 FROM Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand,
Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand:
From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver
Their land from error's chain.
2 What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle;
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile;
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