4 So earthly hope deceives,
The heart that trusts it most;
So all the beauty leaves,
Some seeming happy coast.
5 But faith can look before,
And see the land of light;
That is the only shore,
That never mocks the sight.
1 WOULD you behold the works of God,
His wonders in the world abroad,
Go with the mariners, and trace
The unknown regions of the seas.
2 When land is far, and death is nigh,
Lost to all hope, to God they cry:
His mercy hears their loud address,
And sends salvation in distress.
3 Oh may the sons of men record
The wondrous goodness of the Lord!
Let them their private offerings bring,
And in the church his glory sing.
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;
Though billows rage and tempests blow,
His word will calm the troubled brea
1 YES Lord, my grateful voice I'll raise,
At midnight, in my watch at sea,
The floods shall hear me sing thy praise,
And tell what grace has done for me.
2 The moon, the stars, the deep shall hear,
Millions shall catch the grateful sound,
And winds shall o'er the ocean bear
The praise, till earth and heaven rebound.
3 I'll praise for grace already given,
I'll praise for grace I'm yet to have,
I'll praise for grace "reserved in heaven,"
With glory crown'd beyond the grave.
God's Protection to Mariners.
1 THEY that toil upon the deep,
And in vessels light and frail
O'er the mighty waters sweep,
With the billow and the gale;
Mark what wonders God performs,
When he speaks, and, unconfin'd,
Rush to battle all his storms,
In the chariots of the wind.
2 Up to heaven their bark is whirl'd
On the mountain of the wave;
Downward suddenly 'tis hurl'd'
To th' abysses of the grave;
Mid the tempest now they roll,
As intoxicate with wine;
Terrors paralyze their soul,
Helm they quit and hope resign.
8 Then unto the Lord they cry:
He inclines a gracious ear;
Sends deliv'rance from on high,
Rescues them from all their fear:
Oh that men would praise the Lord
For his goodness to their race;
For the wonders of his word,
And the riches of his grace!
Seamen Sing Praises.
1 SING, seamen, sing to God on high!
And let his praise on every breeze
Sound to all lands, both far and nigh,
O'er swelling floods and raging seas.
2 So He ordains that you should sing
And tell the world his power to save;
To heathen lands his gospel bring,
To cheer their passage to the grave.
3 Then sing, ye seamen, sing and tell
Of all the goodness of the Lord,
In saving men from sin and hell,
By his good spirit and his word.
4 By land or sea, at home, abroad,
In christian or in heathen lands;
Lift up your voice and praise your God,
In all the labour of your hands.
The Sailor's Friend.
1 OF old did Jesus condescend
To calm the raging sea?
Yes, he was then the Sailor's Friend,
And such he still would be.
2 He does but wait to hear us crave,
As they besought him then-
"Master, we perish! come and save,
For we are dying men!"
3 Not to sustain our mortal breath,
We raise the earnest cry;
Lord save our precious souls from death,
And make us fit to die.
4 Then blow, ye winds, ye surges roar!
"Twill not our souls appal;
Though waves and billows pass us o'er,
And deep to deep should call.
5 But Oh! without that blessed hope,
Without a Saviour near,
What desperate courage bears us up!
What madness not to fear!
6 Jesus! on thee our hopes we cast,
No more thy wrath defy;
Thou art the anchor, sure and fast;
On thee our souls rely.
7 Soon shall the sea give up its dead;
And should our graves be there,
With joy we 'll quit our watery bed
To meet thee in the air.
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
Give the beam that smiles on me,
Cheer the pilot's visions dreary,
Far at sea.
2 Star of Hope! gleam on the billow,
Bless the soul that sighs for thee;
Bless the sailor's lonely pillow,
3 Star of Faith! when winds are mocking All his prayers-he flies to thee;
Save him, though on billows rocking,
4 Star of God! yet safely guide him
To the shore he longs to see!
Long tempestuous waves have tried him,
Far at sea.
1 THE Christian voyager strikes the rock
That lies conceal'd beneath the wave;
Yet safely he survives the shock,
For Jesus is at hand to save.
2 His destined land he sometimes sees,
And thinks his toils will soon be o'er,
Expects some favorable breeze
Will waft him quickly to the shore.
3 But hark!-the midnight tempest roars!
He seems forsaken, and alone:
But Jesus, whom he then implores,
Unseen preserves and leads him on.
4 Though fear his heart should overwhelm,
He'll reach the port to which he's bouna
For Jesus holds and guides the helm,
And soon the haven will be found."
1 OUR little bark on boisterous seas,
By cruel tempest toss'd,
Without one cheering beam of hope,
Expected to be lost.
2 We to the Lord, in humble prayer,
Breathed out our sad distress;
Though feeble, yet with contrite hearts,
We begg'd return of peace.
3 The stormy winds did cease to blow,
The waves no more did roll;
And soon again a placid sea
Spoke comfort to each soul.
4 O, may our grateful, trembling hearts
Sweet hallelujahs sing,
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