L. M. 728. C. WESLEY. The Mariner's Hymn. 1 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, 4 Infinite God! thy greatness spanned 5 Thee to perfection who can tell? L. M. 729. The Mariner's Hymn. C. WESLEY. 1 GLORY to thee, whose powerful word 2 Let air, and earth, and skies obey, 3 What though the floods lift up their voice, 4 Roar on, ye waves! our souls defy 1 S. M. 730. Worship at Sea. S. GRAHAM. HEAVE, mighty ocean, heave, 2 Away, away, we steer, 3 There is a loneliness Upon the mighty deep; And hurried thoughts upon us press, 4 But there is hope and joy, Danger nor death can e'er destroy 5 6 Then wherefore should we grieve, Or what have we to fear? Though home and friends and life we leave, Sweep, mighty ocean, sweep; C. M. 731. ADDISON. The Traveller's Hymn. 1 How are thy servants blest, O Lord! 2 In foreign realms, and lands remote, Through burning climes they pass unhurt, And breathe in tainted air. 3 When by the dreadful tempest borne They know thou art not slow to hear, 4 The storm is laid; the winds retire, The sea, that roars at thy command, 5 In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths, We'll praise thee for thy mercies past, CLOSE OF PUBLIC WORSHIP. L. M. 732. WATTS. Universal Praise. 1 FROM all that dwell below the skies 2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord; Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more. Daily and Nightly Devotion. Psalm 134. 1 YE that obey the immortal King, Bow to the glories of his power, 2 Lift up your hands by morning light, Raise your admiring thoughts by night 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. 1 2 Closing Hymn. Now let the world agree O let the nations round Their cheerful powers employ, And earth's far-distant coasts resound 1 "All Things yours." How vast the treasure we possess ! This world is ours, and worlds to come; 2 The sun rolls round to make our day; 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. |