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L. M. 728. C. WESLEY.

The Mariner's Hymn. i Lord of the wide extended main!

Whose power the winds and seas controls, Whose hand doth heaven and earth sustain,

Whose spirit leads believing souls ; 2 Throughout the deep thy footsteps shine:

We own thy way is in the sea,
O’erawed 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.

L. M.

729.

C. WESLEY.

The Mariner's Hymn.

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.

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S. M. 730.

S. GRAHAM.
Worship at Sea.
HEAVE, mighty ocean, heave,

And blow thou boisterous wind,
Onward we swiftly glide, and leave

Our home and friends behind.

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Away, away, we steer,

Upon the ocean's breast;
And dim the distant heights appear,

Like clouds along the west.
There is a loneliness

Upon the mighty deep;
And hurried thoughts upon us press,

As onwardly we sweep.
But there is hope and joy,

Wherever we may be;
Danger nor death can e'er destroy

Our trust, O God, in thee.

5 Then wherefore should we grieve,

Or what have we to fear? Though home and friends and life we leave,

Our God is ever near. 6 Sweep, mighty ocean, sweep;

Ye winds, blow foul or fair ; Our God is with us on the deep,

Our home is everywhere.

C. M. 731. Addisox.

The Traveller's Hymn. · How are thy servants blest, O Lord!

How sure is their defence! Eternal Wisdom is their guide,

Their help, Omnipotence. 9 In foreign realms, and lands remote,

Supported by thy care, Through burning climes they pass unhurt,

And breathe in tainted air.

3 When by the dreadful tempest borne

High on the broken wave,
They know thou art not slow to hear,

Nor impotent to save.
4 The storm is laid; the winds retire,

Obedient to thy will;
The sea, that roars at thy command,

At thy command is still.
5 In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths,

Thy goodness we'll adore;
We'll praise thee for thy mercies past,

And humbly hope for more.

CLOSE OF PUBLIC WORSHIP.

L. M.

732.

WATTS.

Universal Praise.

1 From all that dwell below the skies

Let the Creator's praise arise;
Let the Redeemer's name be sung,

Through every land, by every tongue. 2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord;

Eternal truth attends thy word ;
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more.

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1 Ye that obey the immortal King,

Attend his holy place;
Bow to the glories of his power,

And bless his wondrous grace.
2 Lift up your hands by morning light,

And send your souls on high : :
Raise your admiring thoughts by night •

Above the starry sky.

3 The God of Zion cheers our hearts

With rays of quickening grace, The God that spreads the heavens abroad,

And rules the swelling seas.

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S. M.

734. Watts.

Closing Hymn.
Now let the world agree

One general voice to raise;
Till all mankind present to thee

Their songs of grateful praise!

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Their cheerful powers employ,
And earth's far-distant coasts resound

With shouts of sacred joy.

L. M.
735.

Watts.
- All Things yours.”
1 How vast the treasure we possess !

How rich thy bounty, King of grace! This world is ours, and worlds to come; Earth is our lodge, and heaven our home.

2 The sun rolls round to make our day ;

The moon directs our nightly way;
While angels bear us in their arms,
And shield us from ten thousand harms.

3 O glorious portion of the saints !

Let faith suppress our sore complaints, "And tune our harps and tongues to sing Our bounteous God, our sovereign King.

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