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4 So earthly hope deceives,
Some seeming happy coast.
That never mocks the sight.
1 WOULD you behold the works of God,
3 Oh may the sons of men record
Gulf of Despair.
1 WHERE shall the sea-worn sinner rest, When raging billows round him roll; When fierce and roaring storms oppress, And bitter anguish rends his soul.
2 And when dark clouds around him throw A veil of gloom and anxious care, And flash on flash of lightning show A yawning gulf of deep despair? 3 Oh, say, when thus by tempest toss'd, The sea and sky all wild and drear; And all his hopes are nearly lost,
What power can teach him how to steer 1
4 Ah! then 'tis God alone can show
The only port of peace and rest;
1 YES Lord, my grateful voice I'll raise,
And tell what grace has done for me.
2 The moon, the stars, the deep shall hear,
3 I'll praise for grace already given,
God's Protection to Mariners.
1 THEY that toil upon the deep,
In the chariots of the wind.
2 Up to heaven their bark is whirl'd
Helm they quit and hope resign.
8 Then unto the Lord they cry:
Seamen Sing Praises.
1 SING, seamen, sing to God on high!
The Sailor's Friend.
1 OF old did Jesus condescend
To calm the raging sea?
Yes, he was then the Sailor's Friend,
2 He does but wait to hear us crave,
3 Not to sustain our mortal breath,
Lord save our precious souls from death,
4 Then blow, ye winds, ye surges roar!
Though waves and billows pass us o'er,
5 But Oh! without that blessed hope,
What desperate courage bears us up!
6 Jesus! on thee our hopes we cast,
Thou art the anchor, sure and fast;
7 Soon shall the sea give up its dead;
I RECORD, my soul, thy Maker's power, Whose winds and waves obey his will; He bids the awful tempest roar,
His voice the wildest storm can still. 2 View, O my soul, with wonder view The roaring billows round thee toss'd, And bless his mercies ever new,
While thou art saved, and others lost. 3 Speak to my heart, dear Lord, and say, "The rain is gone, the tempest 's o'er; Come, my beloved, come away,
Satan and sin shall reign no more.
4 "Fear not, I'll guard thy helpless head, While life, and all its conflicts last, And when the raging winds have fled, Thy soul shall sing of dangers past."
1 STAR of Peace! to wanderers weary
2 Star of Hope! gleam on the billow,
Far at sea.
3 Star of Faith! when winds are mocking All his prayers-he flies to thee;
Save him, though on billows rocking,
Far at sea.
4 Star of God! yet safely guide him
1 THE Christian voyager strikes the rock
2 His destined land he sometimes sees,
Will waft him quickly to the shore.
3 But hark!-the midnight tempest roars!
4 Though fear his heart should overwhelm,
1 OUR little bark on boisterous seas,
Without one cheering beam of hope,
2 We to the Lord, in humble prayer,
3 The stormy winds did cease to blow,
And soon again a placid sea
4 O, may our grateful, trembling hearts