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 a waken fear-

0! in thy mercy be thou near!
4 Lord of the Sea !-when, safe from harm,

The sailor resis 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 hoine !

502. 8, 7 & 4s. M.

COTTERILL,
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. Bp. HEBER.

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;

In vain with lavish kindness

The gifts of God are strown;.
The heathen in his blindness

Bows down to wood and stone. 3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted

By wisdom from on high,
Shall we to men benighted

The lamp of life deny?
Salvation ! O salvation !

The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation

Has learnt Messialı's name.

504. C. M.

MONTGOMERY. Restoration of Israel. 1 DAUGHTER of Zion, from the dust

Exalt thy fallen head; Again in thy Redeemer trust,

He calls thee from the dead.

2 Awake, awake! put on thy strength,

Thy beautiful array;
The day of freedom dawns at length,

The Lord's appointed day.
3 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge,

And send thy heralds forth ;
Say to the south, “Give up thy charge,

And keep not back, 0 north!"
4 They come, they come ;-thine exiled bands,

Where'er they rest or roan,
Have heard thy voice in distant lands,

And hasten to their home.

505. C. M. WESLEY'S COL.

Relying on God in Time of Trial.
1 Father of lights, thy needful aid

To us that ask, impart;
Mistrustful of ourselves, afraid

Of our own treacherous heart. 2 In spite of our resolves, we fear

Our own infirmity,
And tremble at the trial near,

And cry, O God, to thee!
3 Our only help in danger's hour,

Our only strength thou art !
Above the world, and all its power,

And greater than our heari. 4 If on thy promised grace alone

We faithfully depend,
Thou surely wilt preserve thy own,

And kcep them to the end.

506. C. M. Bp. HEBER.

In Times of Distress and Danger. 1 Oh God that madest the earth and sky,

The darkness and the day, Give ear to this thy family,

And help us when we pray! For wide the waves of bitterness Around our vessel

roar, And heavy grows the pilot's heart, To view the rocky shore !

2 The cross our Master bore for us,

For hiin we fain would bear;
But mortal strength to weakness turns,

And courage to despair !
Then mercy on our failings, Lord !

Our sinking faith renew!
And when his sorrows visit us,

Oh send his patience too!

507. L. M. Mrs. STÉELE.

Faith in God in Times of Scarcity.
1 Should famine o'er the mourning field

Extend her desolating reign,
Nor spring her blooming beauties yield,

Nor autumn swell the fruitful grain; 2 Should lowing herds, and bleating sheep,

Around their famished master die;
And hope itself despairing weep,

While life deplores its last supply; 3 Amid the dark, the deathful scene,

If I can say, The Lord is mine!
The joy shall triumph o'er the pain,

And glory dawn, though life declinc. 4 The God of my salvation lives;

My nobler life he will sustain;
His word immortal vigor gives,
Nor shall my glorious hopes be vain.

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