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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.



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.


S. M. 730.

Worship at Sea.
HEAVE, mighty ocean, heave,

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

Our home and friends behind.



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.


L. M.



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.


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.

- 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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