Then the earth shall find repose
From its restless strife and woes;
And an imaged heaven appear

On our world of darkness here. 290 Mark Iv. 23. C. M. F. HEMANS. ]

, When stormy winds grew loud, And waves came rolling high and dark,

And the tall mast was bowed. 2 And men stood breathless in their dread,

And baffled in their skill;
But One was there, who rose and said

To the wild sea—"Be still !" 3 And the wind ceas'd, -it ceas'd !-that word

Pass'd through the gloomy sky;
The troubled billows knew their Lord,

And fell beneath His eye.
4 And slumber settled on the deep,

And silence on the blast;
They sank, as flowers that fold to sleep

When sultry day is past.
5 O Thou that in its wildest hour

Didst rule the tempest's mood,
Send Thy meek spirit forth in power,

Soft on our souls to brood.
6 Thou that didst bow the billow's pride

Thy mandate to fulfil,
O speak to passion's raging tide,

Speak, and say, “Peace, be still."

291

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Matt. xiv. 23–33. 8.8.6. C. WESLEY. FT when the waves of passion rise,

And o'er the ocean sweep;

Toss'd with the long tempestuous night,
We feel no ray of heavenly light,

To cheer the lonely deep.
2 But lo! in our extremity
The Saviour walking on the sea !

Een now He passes by!
He silences our clamorous fear,
And mildly says, “Be of good cheer,

Be not afraid, 'tis I.”
3 O Lord, if it be Thou indeed,
So near us in our time of need,

So good, so strong to save;
Speak the kind word of power to me,
Bid me believe and come to Thee,

Swift -walking on the wave.
4 He bids me come; His voice I know,
And boldly on the waters go,

And brave the tempest's shock:
O'er rude temptations now I bound;
The billows yield a solid ground,

The wave is firm as rock. 5 Come in, come in, Thou Prince of Peace, And all the storms of sin shall cease

And fall, no more to rise :
O if Thy Spirit still remain,
Our rest on distant shores we gain,

Our haven in the skies. 292

Mark vi. 50. C. M. LYTE 1 W

THO walks the waves in wondrous guise,

By nature's laws unstayed ?
« Tis 1,” a well-known voice replies ;

“'Tis 1 ; be not afraid.”
2 Thus when the storm of life is high,

Come, Saviour, to my aid; Come, when no other help is nigh,

And say—“Be not afraid.”

3 Speak, and my griefs no more are heard ;

Speak, and my fears are laid; Speak, and my soul shall bless the word,

“'Tis I ; be not afraid." 4 When on the bed of death I lie,

And stretch my hands for aid, Stand Thou before my glazing cye,

And say—“Be not afraid."
5 Before Thy judgment-seat above,

When nature sinks dismay'd,
O cheer me with the word of love-

“Tis I; be not afraid.”

HIS HUMILIATION.

293 Luke xix. 41–43. D.S. M.

W

C. Y. ) HY doth my Saviour weep

At sight of Zion's bowers?
Shows it not fair from yonder steep,

Her gorgeous crown of towers ?
Mark well His holy pains :

"Tis not in pride or scorn,
That Israel's King with sorrow stains

His own triumphal morn. 2 “If thou hadst known, even thou,

“At least in this thy day,
“The message of thy peace! but now

“ 'Tis pass'd for aye away:
“Now foes shall trench thee round,

“And lay thee even with earth,
“And dash thy children to the ground,

“Thy glory and thy mirth." 3 And doth the Saviour weep

Over His people's sin,
Because we will not let Him keep

The souls He died to win ?

Ye hearts that love the Lord,

If at this sight ye burn,
See that in thought, in deed, in word,

Ye hate what made Him mourn.

294 leb. iv. 15.

W

C. M. WAITS.
TITH joy we meditate the grace

1

His heart is made of tenderness,

It overflows with love.
2 Touch'd with a sympathy within,

He knows our feeble frame;
He knows what sore temptations mean,

For He has felt the same.
3 But spotless, innocent, and pure

The great Redeemer stood, While Satan's fiery darts He bore,

And did resist to blood. 4 He in the days of feeble flesh

Pour'd out His cries and tears, And in His measure feels afresh

What every member bears.
5 He'll never quench the smoking flax,

But raise it to a flame;
The bruised reed He never breaks,

Nor scorns the meanest name.
6 Then let our humble faith address

His mercy and His power ; We sball obtain delivering grace

In the distressing hour.

1

295

Heb. il. 17. C. M. C. C. Y.
N all things like Thy brethren Thou

1

But how unlike to us, O Lord !

Replies the voice within.

2 O holy God! yet frail weak man!

"Tis not for us to know How spotless soul and body felt

Temptation, pain, and woe. 3 Our faith is weak ;-0 Light of light!

Clear Thou our clouded view; That Son of Man, and Son of God,

We give Thee honour due.
4 O Son of Man ! Thyself hast prov'd

Our trials and our tears;
Life's thankless toil and scant repose,

Death's agonies and fears.
8 O Son of God! in glory rais'd,

Thou sittest on Thy throne;
Thence by Thy pleadings and Thy grace,

Still succouring Thine own. 6 Brother and Saviour, Friend and Judge !

To Thee, O Christ, be given,
To bind upon Thy crown the names

Elect in earth and heaven.

296 DRAWY

John xi. 35. 11.10.11.10.10.10.

CHRISTIAN LYRE. 1 RAW near, ye weary, bow'd, and

broken-hearted; Ye onward travellers to a peaceful bourne: Ye from whose path the light hath all

departed : And ye who 'rc left in solitude to mourn: Though o'er your spirits hath the storm

cloud swept, Sacred are sorrow's tears-since “ Jesus

wept." 2 The bright and spotless Heir of endless

glory, Wept for the woes of thosc He came to save;