CLXXXIV.

UNDER the ocean wind, constant and strong, The billows foam, and rise, and sweep along, Till their white crests high arching o'er the sand, They break in thunder o'er the changeless

strand.

Reft of Thy word, O God, what mind could bear
Its ineffectual struggles with despair?
Reft of Thy grace, what working heart contain
Satan's fierce promptings, Nature's passionate
strain?

Spirit of Power! for Jesus' sake be near,
And tame the tossing tide of doubt and fear!
Let it no more gather its waters, Lord!
But break and scatter on Thy constant word!

Lo! an atoning God in mercy frame,
And Justice on the Cross our only claim!
Our only claim! Enough, enough is there,
To win all love, to banish all despair!

CLXXXV.

UNTO the hills I lift mine eye,
Whence all my help is given;
For help unto the Lord I cry,
Who made the earth and heaven.

Thy foot shall all securely dwell,
Whom God vouchsafes to keep;
The Lord, who keepeth Israel,
Nor slumbers, nor will sleep.

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As erst that pillar, cloud, and light,
The Lord shall guide them still;
Nor sun by day, nor moon by night,
Shall work his people ill.

The Lord shall keep thy heart from sin,
The Lord for ever guard
Thy going out and coming in,

And be thy great reward!

CLXXXVI.

PS. CXXI.

P. & H.

UNTO Thy hand, O God, Thy care,
Our daily life is owing;

And all we have, and all we are,
Is from Thy bounty flowing.

The service Thou through Christ wilt own,
The praise and prayer that reach Thy throne,
Our lives and lips be showing!

Thy grace upon our cold hearts win,
Like spring on winter pressing;
Break up the long hard frost of sin,
Pour down on us Thy blessing!
Let freshest verdure, sunny flowers,
And timely fruits, shew forth, as ours,
The faith we are professing.

CLXXXVII.

WE bless, O Lord, Thy holy name,
In Jesus Christ we worship Thee,
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The same one God eternally!

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Thus hast Thou shewn Thyself to us,
And made Thy boundless mercy known;
And thus, in the one name of power,

We praise Thee on Thy glorious throne.
No mortal eye may bear Thy form,
Save in the image of Thy Son;
Save in the Spirit of Thy love,

Thy presence must we dread and shun.
O when we pass the clouded chasm

Of death, and see Thee as Thou art,
New songs of praise, new thoughts of love,
Fill and exalt each tongue and heart!

CLXXXVIII.

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WE bless Thee, Jehovah, we worship Thy name, Thro' Him who redeems us from darkness and death! [our shame, We thank Thee, that, conquering our sin and Thy Spirit now tells of pardon and faith! Within us, O Lord, be it ever prevailing,

To strengthen our hope, & prevent unbelief; To supply us with food, ere our nature be failing; To govern our gladness, and sanctify grief!

CLXXXIX.

WE come before Thee, Lord of All,
Before Thy presence humbly kneel,
And on Thy boundless mercy call,
For pardon of the guilt we feel!
Hear us, for our Redeemer's sake!
Save us from darkness and the night!
O let us from our sleep awake,

Rise from our sins, and own Thy light!

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We come in His high name, through whom
Are hope and life to sinners given,
Whose resurrection from the tomb
Is earnest of His power in Heaven!

CXC.

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WEEP not as hopeless! Thou art one for whom The Christ pursued on earth His tearful way, Then startled the cold darkness of the tomb With the bright promise of eternal day.

His no frail lamp, uncertainly to throw

Its wavering points on scarcely yielding night,

And people with dim forms of wrath and woe The long-drawn arches of our echoing flight:

Each bolt withdrawn, uplifted every bar,
Alone each pilgrim passes the deep gate,
To hail the brightness of the Morning-star,
In realms too glorious for our mortal state.

On Thy fond eye may no such glory stream, On Thy strain'd ear no faint Hosannas roll; Silent that deep-wrought gate, & dark, till beam A world of light on thine awakening soul!

And thou must pass that portal! Thou shalt be
With the departed, if ye loved your Lord.
Weep not as hopeless; weep not bitterly;
But let Thy life a stedfast faith record.

We have a name to live,
O let us not be dead!

God's words the hope of mercy give:
Be they established!

Let us be dead to sin,
But live in Christ again;

And bless Him all our hearts within,
And own Him among men!

Let not spiritual pride
Belie, O Christ, Thy Cross;
But let sin felt, and self-denied,
Prove other things but loss!

Let solemn thoughts of Thee
Possess our souls with awe!
The spirits, that are Thine, are free
To love and keep Thy law.

If yet we may not love
That pure and holy Word;
Not yet obey its call, above
The sins within us stirr'd;

O Lord, increase our faith, And guide our footsteps still, Till every step along our path Is planted by Thy will!

CXCII.

We have heard the mournful story
Of Messiah's sufferings here;
We shall meet Him in His glory,
When again He shall appear.

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