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THE 
 
 AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 HYMN BOOH ; 
 
 A COLLECTION OF 
 
 FOR THE USE OF 
 
 MARINERS. 
 
 8 Siug: unto the Lord a new song, ye that go down to the sea. 1 
 
 Isaiah xlii. 1". 
 
 SELECTED FROM VARIOUS AUTHORS 
 
 By NOAH DAVIS- 
 
 NEW-YORK: 
 
 KUBL1SBKD AT THE SUNDAY SCHOOL DKPC51T0&1 
 
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&OUTHKRN DISTRICT OF NEW-YORK, SS. 
 
 BE IT REMEMBERED, That on the twenty-first day of April, A. D 
 1826, in the fiftieth year of the Independence of the United States of 
 America, John Gray fy Co. of the said district, have deposited in this office 
 the title of a book, the right whereof they claim as proprietors, in the 
 words following, to wit: 
 
 " The American Seaman's Hymn Book ; or, a collection of Sacred Songs, 
 for the use of Mariners. 
 
 M Sing to the Lord a new song, ye that go down to the sea. 
 
 Isaiah xlii. 10. 
 " Selected from various authors, by Noah DavisS 
 
 In conformity to the act of Congress of the United States, entitled 
 " A« Act for the encouragement of learning, by securing the copies of 
 Maps, Charts, and Books, to the Authors and Proprietors of such 
 copies, during the time therein mentioned." Anrt also to an act. entitled 
 " an act supplementary to an act, entitled an act for the enc •niragement 
 of learning, by securing the Copies of Maps, Charts- inc. Bootb to the 
 authors and proprietors of such copies, during the times mere in men- 
 tioned, and extending the benefits thereof 'b the arts o-' designing, en- 
 graving ana etching historical and other prints." 
 
 JAMES DILL, 
 Ct€rk of the Southern District of New-York. 
 
ABVBRVZSEaESUff. 
 
 This book is adapted as much as possible to 
 the spiritual condition and wants of seamen. 
 One of the kind is necessary wherever public 
 worship is held for the benefit of this valuable 
 class of our fellow-men, and by mariners them- 
 selves, when " afar off at sea." No pains have 
 been spared to make it acceptable. It is hoped, 
 therefore, that the work will be well received, 
 not only by those for whose use it is particular- 
 ly designed, but by all who pray, and are ma- 
 king exertion for the bringing them to the 
 knowledge of the only and sufficient Saviour of 
 sinners. It is sent forth with the prayer, that 
 the King of Zion, who has said " the abundance 
 of the sea shall be converted unto thee,'' will 
 make it subservient to that glorious end. 
 
 THE COMPILER, 
 
TLEcommnwizjLTZois. 
 
 After a careful examination of Mr. Davis's collection 
 of Hymns for the use of Mariners, we have no hesi- 
 tancy in recommending them as being- judiciously se- 
 lected and arranged, and as being superior to any col- 
 lection of the kind that we have seen, and altogether 
 worthy of being introduced into the churches for the 
 benefit of seamen. Such a collection has been long 
 wanted, and we believe the " Seaman's Hymn Book'' 
 admirably adapted to the object for which it is designed* 
 New- York, Aug. 23d, 1825. 
 
 JOHN TRUAIR, 
 Preacher of the Mariners' Church. 
 SPENCER H. CONE, 
 Pastor of the Baptist Church in Oliver-street. 
 THOMAS McAULEY, 
 Pastor of the Presbvterian Church in Rut<rers-street- 
 
SEAMAN'S UYmSS BOOS, 
 
 1. L. M. . 
 
 All's well, or, The Lord hath dealt graciously with me, 
 Gen. xxxiii. 11. 
 
 1 The gracious dealings of the Lord 
 Fill up the volumes of his word; 
 And every new-born soul can tell, 
 Jehovah has done all things well. 
 
 2 Thy love is free, immensely great; 
 Thy blessings full, divinely sweet ! 
 Thy kind protection and thy care, 
 Encourage hope and ardent pray'r. 
 
 3 Thy visits do my soul enffame, 
 Thy sovereign love abides the same; 
 Thy purposes are fix'd and sure, 
 And trials make my heart more pure. 
 
 4 In all that ever has befell, 
 
 I still acknowledge all is well r 
 Gracious thy dealings, free thy love, 
 I pant to soar and praise above. 
 
 5 There shall I feel thy cheering rays, 
 There glow with warm seraphic praise ; 
 There join the numerous blood-bought throng 
 And grace shall be my endless song. 
 
 A ♦ 
 
2 , AMERICAN SEAMAN*S 
 
 2. C. M. Rippon's Selec. 
 The great question answered. Acts ix. 6. 
 
 1 IS there in heav'n or earth, who can 
 
 A wretched mortal save ? 
 Make a poor lep'rous sinner clean ? 
 Redeem a helpless slave ? 
 
 2 Who can appease an angry God ? 
 
 Relieve a burden'd mind ? 
 In whom a soul o'erwhelm'd with guilt. 
 May ease and safety find ? 
 
 3 Yes ! there is one, who dwells on high. 
 
 That can do this and more ; 
 A being of unbounded love 
 And uncontrolled power ; 
 
 4 Immanuel is his name ; who once, 
 
 Upon th' accursed tree, 
 Bore the vast weight of all their sins 
 Who, burden'd, to him flee. 
 
 5 But now he lives — he ever lives, 
 
 And pleads what he hath done : 
 Whilst God ten thousand crimes forgives. 
 Through his atoning Son. 
 
 6 Jesus ! I to thy feet repair, 
 
 And there will prostrate lie ; 
 Be thou propitious to my prayer. 
 And I shall never die. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 
 
 3. C. M. Newton. 
 
 The Effort. 
 
 1 APPROACH, my soul, the mercy-seat. 
 
 Where Jesus answers pray'r ; 
 There humbly fall before his feet. 
 For none can perish there. 
 
 2 Thy promise is my only plea, 
 
 With this I venture nigh ; 
 Thou callest burden'd souls to thee 
 And such, O Lord, am I. 
 
 3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin. 
 
 By Satan sorely prest ; 
 By wars without, and fears within, 
 I come to thee for rest. 
 
 4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place ! 
 
 That, shelter'd near thy side, 
 I may my fierce accuser face, 
 
 And tell him, " Thou hast died.'' 
 
 5 Oh wondrous love ! to bleed and die. 
 
 To bear the cross and shame ; 
 That guilty sinners, such as I, 
 Might plead thy gracious name. 
 
 6 " Poor tempest tossed soul be still. 
 
 My promis'd grace receive ;" 
 ; Tis Jesus speaks — I must — I will. 
 T can, I do believe. 
 
4. L. M. Dr. Doddridge. 
 
 Noah preserved in the Ark, and the Believer, in Christ. 
 1 Pet. iii. 20, 21. 
 
 1 The deluge at th' Almighty's call, 
 
 In what impetuous streams it fell ! 
 
 Swallovv'd the mountains in its rage, 
 
 And swept a guilty world to hell. 
 
 2 In vain the tallest sons of pride 
 
 Fled from the close pursuing wave, 
 Nor could their mightiest tow'r defend, 
 Nor swiftness 'scape, nor courage save. 
 
 3 How dire the wreck ! how loud the roar ! 
 
 How shrill the universal cry 
 Of millions in the last despair, 
 Re-echo'd from the low'ring sky ! 
 
 4 Yet Noah, humble, happy saint ! 
 
 Surrounded by a chosen few. 
 Sat in his ark secure from fear, 
 
 And sang the grace that steer'd him thro'. 
 
 5 So may I sing, in Jesus safe, 
 
 When storms of vengeance round me fall ; 
 Conscious how high my hopes are fix'd, 
 Beyond what shakes this earthly ball, 
 
 G Enter thine ark, while patience waits, 
 Nor ever quit that sure retreat ; 
 Then the wide flood which buries earth. 
 Shall waft thee to a fairer seat. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 5. (> 
 
 ? Nor wreck nor ruin there is seen ; 
 There not a wave of trouble rolls ; 
 But the bright rainbow round the throne 
 Seals endless life to all their souls. 
 
 5. C M. Dr. Doddridge. Altered. 
 
 disking the v:ay to Zion. Jer. I. 5. 
 
 1 INQUIRE, ye seamen, for the coarse 
 
 That leads to Zion's hill, 
 And thither set your steady face 
 With a determined will. 
 
 2 Invite your shipmates all around. 
 
 The pious march to join, 
 And spread the sentiments you fee! 
 Of faith and love divine. 
 
 3 O come and to his temple haste. 
 
 And seek his favour there, 
 Before his footstool humbly bow. 
 And pour your ardent pray'r. 
 
 4 O come and join your souls to God 
 
 In everlasting bands ; 
 Accept the blessings he bestows 
 With thankful hearts and hands. 
 
 6. 7s. Newton. Altered. 
 Ask what 1 shall give thee. 1 Kings iii. 5. 
 
 1 COME, my soul, thy suit prepare, 
 .Jp-ii^ loves to answer pray r r : 
 
He himself has bid you pray, 
 Therefore will not tell thee nay. 
 
 2 Thou art coming to a king, 
 Large petitions with thee bring ; 
 For his grace and pow'r are such, 
 None can ever ask too much. 
 
 3 With my burden I begin, 
 Lord, remove this load of sin ! 
 Let thy blood, for sinners spilt, 
 Set my conscience free from guilt. 
 
 4 Lord I come to thee for rest, 
 Take possession of my breast ; 
 
 There thy blood-bought right maintain. 
 And without a rival reign. 
 
 5 As the image in the glass 
 Answers the beholder's face ; 
 Thus unto my heart appear, 
 Print thine own resemblance there, 
 
 6 While my course to heav'n I steer,. 
 Let thy love my spirit cheer ; 
 Show me what I have to do, 
 Every hour my strength renew. 
 
 7. C. M. New Selec. 
 
 The backslider returning. 
 
 1 O WHAT a cruel wretch am L 
 To leave my Jesus so ! 
 
HYMN BOOK. I 
 
 And now without his smiles I lie, 
 And know not where to go. 
 
 2 Once I enjoy'd his smiling face : — 
 
 Who could have thought — so soon 
 I should go mourning in distress ! 
 My comforts all be gone ! 
 
 3 Not all the glories of this earth 
 
 Can do me any good; 
 My soul abhors all carnal mirth, 
 And groans to find my God. 
 
 4 Might I but see his face again, 
 
 I'd tell him all my wo, 
 And own how guilty I have been 
 To leave my Jesus so. 
 
 5 Then I would clasp him in my arms, 
 
 And he should have my heart; 
 And earth, with all her treach'rous charms. 
 For ever should depart. 
 
 8. 7s. Lond. S. Mag. 
 
 For the Bethel Seamen's Union. John xvii. £L 
 
 1 LO! what wonders love performs, 
 All to ransom guilty worms. 
 God the Father and the Son, 
 To redeem our souls are One : 
 On the cross the work was done, 
 Come and welcome, Sailor, come ! 
 
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 2 Join'd to make redemption known. 
 Father, Son, and Spirit, One; 
 All unite to open Heav'n — 
 Shout my soul ! thy sins forgiv'n : 
 Glorious Union ! we are One : 
 Come and welcome, Sailor, come ! 
 
 3 Sinking 'neath the mighty curse, 
 " May they all be one in us!" 
 Thus th' expiring Saviour pray'd, 
 Grace, rich grace, behold displayed. 
 Sinners now in Christ are One ; 
 Come and welcome, Sailor, come ! 
 
 4 Hail, blessed Union ! Seamen, hail ! 
 Under Calv'ry's standard sail; 
 Sweetly press all hands at sea ; 
 May they all embark with thee ! 
 Christ and his Redeem'd are One ; 
 Come and welcome, Sailor, come ! 
 
 5 " What ! may such a wretch as I, 
 Tempest toss'd, afraid to die. 
 Join with }^ou and sail to heav'n:" 
 Brother, come ; thy sin's forgiv'n. 
 On the cross the work was done ; 
 Come and welcome, Sailor, come ! 
 
 9. lis. 
 Tke Bible. Mrs. C. M. Thayer. 
 
 I THOU spring of my joy, and delight of ur 
 
 heart, 
 Thy truth- written pages a comfort impart. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 9 
 
 That calms the wild tumult of grief in my breast, 
 And points my sad soul to the haven of rest. 
 
 2 When grieved and afflicted, in thee I can trace 
 The heart-cheering promise of covenant grace ; 
 And read with delight each encouraging line, 
 And calmly rely on the promise divine. 
 
 3 Though all my gay vistas of pleasure decay, 
 And fade like a vision of fancy away ; 
 Though around me the shades of affliction may 
 
 roll, 
 The light of the Word still illumines my soul. 
 
 4 That Word like a river of pleasure shall flow, 
 To gladden my path while a pilgrim below ; 
 And when the dark shadows of death hover 
 
 nigh, 
 Shall point to a sabbath of peace in the sky. 
 
 5 Then still let me treasure thy truths in my 
 
 heart, 
 Nor e'er from the path thou hast taught me, 
 
 depart ; 
 Thy pure revelations with rev'rence attend, 
 And hail thee my comfort, my guide, and my 
 
 friend. 
 
10, 11 
 
 10- L. M. Ap. Rippon's Selec. 
 The word of the Lord. 
 
 1 FAIR record of my Father's will, 
 
 Companion of the anguish'd mind, 
 
 Oft hast thou been my lamp, and still 
 
 Comfort and light from thee I find. 
 
 2 While on my thirsty soul descend 
 
 The ev'ning dews and morning rains ; 
 Roots shall like Lebanon extend, 
 
 And corn and lilies charm the plains. 
 
 3 Possessions, spoils, or gold refin-d, 
 
 The luscious honey^s dropping cells, 
 Give no such treasures to the mind ; 
 In them no equal sweetness dwells. 
 
 4 From thee my quiver let ine fill, 
 
 Or bear thee as my conqu'ring sword ; 
 Fainting I stoop to drink thy rill, 
 And vigorous rise to bless my Lord. 
 
 5 With thee the rough path I'll pursue, 
 
 My faithful chart, my staff, my rod; 
 
 My glass, through which all heav'n 1 view, 
 
 Till, loos'd from earth, I rise to God. 
 
 11. C. M. Steele. 
 
 Excellency of the Bible. Ps. cxix. 97. 
 
 1 FATHER of mercies, in thy word 
 What endless glory shines ! 
 
HYMN BOOK. 12 
 
 For ever be thy name ador'd 
 For these celestial lines ! 
 
 2 Here may the wretched sons of want 
 
 Exbaustless riches find; 
 Riches above what earth can grant, 
 And lasting as the mind. 
 
 3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, 
 
 And yields a sweet repast; 
 Sublimer sweets than nature knows 
 Invite the longing taste. 
 
 4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice 
 
 Spreads heavenly peace around ; 
 And life and everlasting joys 
 Attend the blissful sound ! 
 
 5 Divine Instructer, gracious Lord, 
 
 Be thou for ever near ; 
 Teach me to love thy sacred wordj 
 And view my Saviour there. 
 
 12. 8. 7. Dr. Collyer. 
 
 Love of the Bible. 
 
 1 BY the thoughtless world derided, 
 Still I love the word of God; 
 
 Tis a chart by which I'm guided 
 Often 'tis a chastening rod; 
 
 'Tis a sword that cuts asunder 
 All my pride and vanity 
 
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 When abas'd I lie and wonder 
 That he spares a wretch like me. 
 
 il This confirms me when I waver, 
 
 Sets my trembling judgment right, 
 When I stray, how much soever, 
 
 This is my restoring light : 
 Satan oft and sin assail me, 
 
 With temptations ever new ; 
 Then, O nothing can avail me, 
 
 'Till my bleeding Lord I view. 
 
 3 Faith I need, O Lord bestow it, 
 
 Give my lab'ring mind relief: 
 Oft alas ! I doubt, I know it, 
 
 Help, O help my unbelief; 
 Dearest Saviour, by thy merit 
 
 May I gain a future crown ; 
 Guide, O guide me by thy Spirit, 
 
 'Till these storms are overblown. 
 
 13. L. M. Watts. Altered. 
 The almost Christian. 
 
 1 BROAD is the stream that leads to death, 
 
 And many sail together there ; 
 
 But wisdom shows a narrower strait. 
 
 With here and there a mariner. 
 
 2 " Deny thyself, and take thy cross, '' 
 
 Is the Redeemer's great command ; 
 
HYMN BOOK. 14 
 
 Nature must count her gold but dross, 
 If she would gain this heav'nly land. 
 
 3 The fearful soul, that tires and faints, 
 
 And steers the heavenly course no more, 
 Is but esteem'd almost a saint, 
 
 And makes his own destruction sure. 
 
 4 Lord, let not all my hopes be vain ; 
 
 Create my heart entirely new; 
 Which hypocrites could ne'er attain, 
 Which false apostates never knew. 
 
 14. C. M. Newton. 
 
 The Lord's call to his children. 2 Cor. vi. 17, 18. 
 
 1 Let us adore the grace that seeks 
 To draw our hearts above ! 
 Attend, 'tis God the Saviour speaks, 
 And every word is love. 
 
 1 Tho' filPd with awe, before his throne 
 Each angel veils his face ; 
 He claims a people for his own 
 Amongst our sinful race. 
 
 3 " Come forth, he says, no more pursue 
 
 The path that leads to death; 
 
 Look up, a bleeding Saviour view, 
 
 Look, and be sav'd by faith. 
 
 4 " My sons and daughters you shall be, 
 
 Thro' the atoning blood ; 
 B 2 
 
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 And you shall claim and find in me, 
 A Father and a God." 
 
 5 Lord, speak these words to every heart. 
 
 By thine all-powerful voice ; 
 That we may now from sin depart, 
 And make thy love our choice. 
 
 6 If now we learn to seek thy face, 
 
 By Christ the living way ; 
 We'll praise thee for this hour of grace, 
 Thro 5 an eternal day. 
 
 15. L. M. Doddridge, Altered. 
 Choosing the better part. Luke x. 4 2. 
 
 1 BESET with dangers, and with fear, 
 In life's uncertain sea I steer ; 
 Saviour divine ! diffuse thy light ; 
 
 O Spirit, guide my vessel right. 
 
 2 Engage this roving treacherous heart 
 To fix on Mary's better part; 
 
 To scorn the trifles of a day, 
 For joys that none can take away. 
 
 3 Then let the wildest storms arise ; 
 Let tempests mingle earth and skies ; 
 No fatal shipwreck shall I fear, 
 Bat all my treasures with me bear. 
 
HYMN BOOK. ] {> 
 
 If thou, my Jesus ! still be nigh, 
 Cheerful 1 live, and joyful die ; 
 Secure, when mortal comforts flee, 
 To find ten thousand worlds in thee. 
 
 16. C. M. Toplady. 
 Christ All in All. 
 
 1 COMPAR'D with Christ in all beside, 
 
 No comeliness I see ; 
 The one thing needful, dearest Lord, 
 Is to be one with thee. 
 
 2 The sense of thy expiring love 
 
 Into my soul convey : 
 Thyself bestow ! for thee alone, 
 My all in all I pray. 
 
 3 Less than Thyself will not suffice 
 
 My comfort to restore : 
 More than thyself I cannot crave : 
 And thou canst give no more. 
 
 4 Lov'd of my God, for him again 
 
 With love intense I'd burn : 
 Chosen of Thee, e'er time began. 
 I'd choose thee in return. 
 
 5 Whate'er consists not with thy love, 
 
 O teach me to resign : 
 I'm rich to all th' intents of bli-- 
 Tf thou. O God, art mine, 
 
17 AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 
 17. 8. 8. 6. Anon. 
 Jesus All in All. 
 
 1 COME, holy dove, direct my tongue, 
 And raise, O raise my feeble song, 
 
 Above this earthly ball ; 
 High let my notes of triumph swell. 
 And lofty lays thy goodness tell, 
 
 My Jesus and my all ! 
 
 2 Away, ye bards ! — whose lewder strains, 
 To paint the loves of nymphs and swains. 
 
 Your am'rous muses call ; 
 While fires impure pervade your breast. 
 Be mine with gratitude imprest, 
 
 That Jesus is my all. 
 
 3 Long did I walk the downward road, 
 Destruction's gulf, each step I trod, 
 
 Stood waiting for my fall ; 
 Till grace divine, with lucid ray, 
 From midnight darkness led my way, 
 
 To Jesus and my all. 
 
 4 Bow'd down with guilt's oppressive load. 
 My burthen'd soul would oft to God 
 
 For peace and pardon call ; 
 Till quite o'erwhelm'd with grief and smart. 
 My Saviour whisper'd to my heart. 
 
 I, Jesus, am thy all. 
 
 5 Accept, dear Lord, my humble praise : 
 Blest be the riches of thy grace, 
 
 Which sav'd my sinking soul. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 18, 19 
 
 \o other comfort may I find ; 
 May deep distress invade my mind. 
 When thou art not my all. 
 
 18. L. M. Smith's Col. 
 "Hie banner's attractive power. John xii. 3-2, 
 
 1 If lifted up on high I be, 
 
 In me, said Christ, shall all men see 
 The great fulfilment of the law, 
 And to my cross all men I'll draw. 
 
 2 On Judah's height, and Canaan's shore. 
 And where the gospel trumpets blow, 
 Or where the Bethel flag was rear'd, 
 Then Christ on high to men appear'd. 
 
 3 And has not Jesu's cords of love, 
 Oft sweetly rais'd our souls above : 
 And does he not, e'en now, inspire 
 The sailor's heart with heavenly fire? 
 
 4 Then raise on high your banners still, 
 Let Bethel wave on ev'ry hill; 
 
 Till Christ shall reign from sea to sea. 
 And angels shout the Jubilee. 
 
 19. L. M. Beddome. 
 
 Bright and Morning Star. Rev. xxii. 16. 
 
 1 YE worlds of light, that roll so near 
 The Saviour's throne of shining bliss 
 
20 AMERICAN 
 
 Otell, how mean your glories are — 
 How faint and few,compar'd with his. 
 
 2 We sing the Bright and Morning Star, 
 
 Jesus, the spring of light and love ; 
 See, how its rays, diffus'd from far, 
 Conduct us to the realms above ! 
 
 3 Its cheering beams spread wide abroad ; 
 
 Point out the puzzled Christian's way : 
 Still, as he goes, he finds the road 
 Enlighten'd with a constant day. 
 
 4 [ hus, when the Eastern Magi brought 
 
 Their royal gifts, a star appears; 
 Directs them to the babe they sought, 
 
 And guides their steps, and calms their 
 fears.] 
 
 6 When shall we reach the heav'nly place 
 
 Where this bright star shall brightest 
 shine ? 
 Leave far behind these scenes of night, 
 And view a lustre so divine ? 
 
 20. L. M. Watts. 
 
 Characters of Christ. 
 
 1 Go worship at Emmanuel's feet, 
 See in his face what wonders meet ! 
 Earth is too narrow to express 
 His worth, his glory, or his grace. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 21 
 
 2 [Is he a fountain ? There I bathe, 
 And heal the plague of sin and death : 
 These waters all my soul renew, 
 
 And cleanse my spotted garments too.] 
 
 3 [Is he a star ? He breaks the night, 
 Piercing the shades with dawning light; 
 I know his glories from afar, 
 
 I know the bright, the morning-star.] 
 
 4 [Is he a sun ? His beams are grace, 
 His course is joy and righteousness : 
 Nations rejoice when he appears 
 
 To chase their clouds, and dry their tears.] 
 
 5 [O let me climb those higher skies, 
 Where storms and darkness never rise ; 
 There he displays his powers abroad, 
 And shines, and reigns th' incarnate God.] 
 
 6 [\or earth, nor seas, nor sun, nor stars, 
 Nor heav'n his full resemblance bears ; 
 His beauties we can never trace, 
 
 Till we behold him face to face.] 
 
 21. C. M. J. E . 
 
 Freedom by Christ. John viii. S6. 
 
 1 YE captive souls, in fetters bound, 
 Who feel your misery ; 
 The way to liberty is found — 
 The Son can make you free. 
 
22 AMERICAN SEAMAN ? S 
 
 2 Hear the Redeemer sweetly call, 
 
 "Poor captive come to me; 
 " Into my arms for freedom fall, 
 " Come, and I'll make you free.'' 
 
 3 Why should you doubt his love, or power ? 
 
 To him for refuge flee; 
 Go, nor delay another hour, 
 He waits to make you free. 
 
 4 From Sin, from Satan, and the law, 
 
 He grants full liberty ; 
 Nor can keen justice find a flaw, 
 If Jesus makes you free. 
 
 5 The soul who is by Jesus freed, 
 
 No more shall bondage see ; 
 The Son will make him free indeed^ 
 Dear Saviour make me free. 
 
 G Divorce my soul from every lust, 
 Let me thy servant be ; 
 And then in heaven I'll sing and boast, 
 The Son hath made me free. 
 
 22. L. M. Y . 
 
 Christ a friend to the distressed. 
 
 1 LONG have I rov'd and stray'd abroad, 
 And various paths my feet have trode ; 
 In each for peace with pain I try'd, 
 Yet peace in all was me deny'd. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 23 
 
 2 Alas ! thought I, how blest are those 
 Who seldom see or hear their foes, 
 Whilst every moment I'm distrest, 
 Like foaming billows in my breast ! 
 
 3 From whence do all these troubles rise, 
 O Thou that dwells above the skies ? 
 Tell me, I pray — and where to find 
 Ease for my poor distressed mind? 
 
 4 I then was pointed to a shade, 
 Where sorrow could not me invade, 
 Beneath the cross on Calv'ry's hill, 
 To sit and look and cure my ill. 
 
 5 'Twas there I view'd my bleeding God, 
 Who had already borne my load : 
 And in an instant with the sight, 
 
 My trouble all at once took flight. 
 
 G O let me still this place possess ! 
 Dear Jesus grant this one request ! 
 It's all I want, or can desire, 
 Until my soul is wafted higher. 
 
 23. L. M. Beddome. 
 Christ the gift of God. John iii. 16. 
 
 1 JESUS, my love, my chief delight, 
 For thee I long, for thee I pray, 
 Amid the shadows of the night, 
 \mid the business of the dav * 
 
 
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 2 When shall I see thy smiling face — 
 
 That face which I have often seen ? 
 Arise, thou Sun of righteousness ! 
 Scatter the clouds that intervene. 
 
 3 Thou art the glorious gift of God 
 
 To sinners weary and distrest ; 
 The first of all his gifts bestow'd, 
 And certain pledge of all the rest. 
 
 4 Could I but say this gift is mine, 
 
 I'd tread the world beneath my feet ; 
 No more at poverty repine, 
 
 Nor envy the rich sinner's state. 
 
 5 The precious jewel 1 would keep, 
 
 And lodge it deep within my heart ; 
 At home, abroad, awake, asleep, 
 It never should from thence depart ! 
 
 24- C. M. Doddridge. 
 Christ the head of his church. 
 
 1 JESUS, I sing thy matchless grace 
 • That calls a worm thine own ; 
 
 Gives me among thy saints a place 
 To make thy glories known. 
 
 2 Allied to thee, our vital Head, 
 
 We act, and grow, and thrive ; 
 From thee divided, each is dead 
 When most he seems alive. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 25 
 
 3 Thy saints on earth, and those above, 
 
 Here join in sweet accord : 
 One body all in mutual love, 
 And thou our common Lord. 
 
 4 Oh, may my faith each hour derive 
 
 Thy Spirit with delight ; 
 TV'hile death and hell in vain shall strive 
 This bond to disunite. 
 
 5 Thou the whole body wilt present 
 
 Before thy Father's face ; 
 Nor shall a wrinkle or a spot 
 Its beauteous form disgrace. 
 
 25« 7 s « Newton. 
 Praise for the Incarnation. Luke ii. 14. 
 
 1 SWEETER sounds than music knows 
 
 Charm me in Emmanuel's name ; 
 All her hopes my spirit owes 
 
 To his birth and cross and shame. 
 
 2 When he came the angels sung, 
 
 " Glory be to God on high ;" 
 Lord, unloose my stamm'ring tongue, 
 Who shall louder sing than I ? 
 
 3 Did the Lord a man become, 
 
 That he might the law fulfil, 
 Bleed and suffer in my room, 
 
 And cans't thou, my tongue, be still ? 
 
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 4 No — I must my praises bring, 
 
 Tho' they worthless are and weak ; 
 For should I refuse to sing, 
 
 Sure the very stones would speak. 
 
 5 O my Saviour, Shield and Sun, 
 
 Shepherd, Brother, Husband, Friend : 
 Ev'ry precious name in one, 
 I will love thee without end. 
 
 26. C. M. Hoskins. 
 
 " Behold the Lamb of God, which taketh away the sins of 
 the world." John i. 29. 
 
 1 SAILORS to Jesus now draw near. 
 
 Invited by his word, 
 Thechief of sinners need not fear, 
 "Behold the Lamb of God." 
 
 2 Backsliders too the Saviour calls. 
 
 And washes in his blood, 
 Arise, return from grievous falls, 
 "Behold the Lamb of God." 
 
 3 In every state, and time, and place. 
 
 Nought plead but Jesus 5 blood, 
 However wretched be your case, 
 "Behold the Lamb of God." 
 
 4 Spirit of grace to us apply 
 
 Emmanuel's precious blood, 
 That we may with thy saints on high, 
 "Behold the Lamb of God." 
 
HYMN BOOK. 27, 28 
 
 27. C. M. Newton. 
 The resurrection and the life, John iii. 25. 
 
 1 " I AM (saith Christ) your glorious head, 
 
 (May we attention give) 
 The resurrection of the dead, 
 The life of all that live. 
 
 2 " By faith in me the soul receives 
 
 New life, tho' dead before ; 
 And he that in my name believes, 
 Shall live and die no more." 
 
 3 Fulfil thy promise, gracious Lord, 
 
 On us assembled here ; 
 Put forth thy Spirit with the word, 
 And cause the dead to hear. 
 
 4 Preserve the power of faith alive, 
 
 In those who love thy name ; 
 For sin and Satan daily strive 
 To quench the sacred flame. 
 
 5 To thee we look, to thee we bow 3 
 
 To thee for help we call ; 
 Our life and resurrection thou, 
 Our hope, our joy, our all. 
 
 28- C. M. D . 
 
 Christ the light of his people. Eph. v. 14. 
 
 1 HOW dark, how drear, is man's abode* 
 In nature's rayless night ! 
 C 2 
 
28 AMERICAN SEAMAN*S 
 
 He sleeps beneath the wrath of God. 
 And hates disturbing light. 
 
 2 Prophets and teachers strive in vain. 
 
 T' awake his sleep profound ; 
 Quiet his slumbers still remain, 
 While wrath collects around. 
 
 3 Until the Lord, with light divine, 
 
 O'erpowers his stupid eyes ; 
 And calls, while unknown splendours shine. 
 " Sleeper, awake, arise." 
 
 4 He wakes — but ah ! his spirits freeze 
 
 With horror at the view ; 
 The boding heav'ns above he sees 
 The gaping pit below. 
 
 5 The light, in mercy sent, he fears 
 
 But shows his awful doom ; 
 And mercy's day to him appears 
 The day of vengeance come. 
 
 6 But when the Sun of Righteousness 
 
 Dispels his gloomy fear, 
 Brings to h's view the realms of peace, 
 And shows his mansion there ; 
 
 7 His joyful breast what transports swell ! 
 
 What glories charm his sight ! 
 While glowing songs of praises tell 
 " 'Twas Christ that gave me light." 
 
HYMN BOOK. 29 
 
 29. 7s. 
 
 ^ morning hymn to Christ. Translated from 
 Dr. Buchanan. 
 
 1 OFFSPRING of thy Father, thou . 
 
 In essentia] glory bright, 
 Let me at thy footstool bow, 
 God of God, and light of light. 
 
 2 Night has fled, the waken'd eye 
 
 Sees the morn its radiance throw : 
 While the purpled earth and sky 
 All their late veil'd beauties show. 
 
 3 But alas ! from mental shade, 
 
 Mortals no deliverance find ; 
 Clouding errors still pervade, 
 Still oppress the sinking mind. 
 
 4 Rise, thou purest Sun, arise, 
 
 Give the world thy living ray ; 
 Pour thy lustre on our eyes, 
 Drive the fearful night away. 
 
 5 Frozen, barren, see we lie, 
 
 Melt the ice and cleanse the soil, 
 At the brightness of thine eye, 
 Death and desolation smile. 
 
 6 Moisten'd with thy heavenly dews, 
 
 Man, astonished, shall behold, 
 Earth, celestial fruits produce, 
 Sixty and a hundredfold. 
 
30 AMERICAN 
 
 3©. L. M. Medley. 
 Christ the one thing needful. Luke x. 4xZ. 
 
 1 ATTEND my soul, come search and see 
 What's the most needful thing for thee. 
 Can earth, with all its painted toys, 
 Afford thee true and solid joys ? 
 
 2 Say could'st thou be completely blest, 
 Of honours, pleasures, wealth possess'dr 
 Could any creature-good below 
 Sufficient be ? No ! Jesus, No ! 
 
 3 No, 'tis engraven on my heart, 
 That thou the one thing needful art ; 
 I could from all tilings parted be, 
 But never, never, Lord, from thee ! 
 
 4 Needful art thou, my soul can say, 
 Through all life's dark and stormy way ; 
 Nor less in death thou'lt needful be, 
 When I yield up my soul to thee. 
 
 5 Needful art thou to raise my dust, 
 In shining glory with the just ; 
 Needful when I in heav'n appear, 
 To crown and to present me there. 
 
 G There shall my soul, with joy supreme, 
 Dwell on the dear, delightful theme ; 
 
HYMN BOOK. 31 
 
 ( Glory and praise be ever his) 
 The one thing needful Jesus is. 
 
 31. L. M. Steele. 
 Phys ician of souls. J e r . vi i i . 2 -2 . 
 
 1 DEEP are the wounds which sin has made, 
 
 Where shall the sinner find a cure ? 
 In vain, alas ! is nature's aid ; 
 
 The work exceeds all nature's pow'i\ 
 
 2 Sin, like a raging fever reigns 
 
 With fatal strength in ev'ry part, 
 The dire contagion fills the veins, 
 And spreads its poison to the heart. 
 
 3 And can no sov'reign balm be found ? 
 
 And is no kind physician nigh, 
 To ease the pain and heal the wound. 
 Ere life and hope for ever fly ? 
 
 4 There is a great physician near : 
 
 Look up, O fainting soul, and live ; 
 See in his heav'nly smiles appear 
 Such ease as nature cannot give ! 
 
 See in the Saviour's dying blood, 
 Life, health and bliss abundant flow ; 
 
 "Tis only this dear sacred flood, 
 
 Can ease thy pain and heal thy wo. 
 
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 32. 7. 6. Newton. 
 The good physician, Jer. viii. 2$. 
 
 1 HOW 1 st was my condition, 
 
 Till Jesus made me whole ! 
 There is but one physician 
 
 Can cure a sin sick soul ! 
 Next door to death he found me, 
 
 And snatched me from the grave 
 To tell to all around me, 
 
 His wondrous power to save. 
 
 2 The worst of all diseases 
 
 Is light comparM with sin ; 
 On every part it seizes, 
 
 But rages most within : 
 'Tis palsy, plague and fever, 
 
 And madness — all combined ; 
 And none but a believer 
 
 The least relief can find. 
 
 3 From men great skill professing, 
 
 I thought a cure to gain ; 
 But thi> prov'd more distressing, 
 
 And added to my pain 
 Some said that nothing ail'd me, 
 
 Some gave me up for lost ; 
 Tlfiis even refuge fail'd me, 
 
 And all my hopes were cross'd. 
 
 4 At length this great physician, 
 
 How matchless is his grace! 
 Accepted my petition, 
 
 And undertook mv case : 
 
HYMN BOOK. 33 
 
 First gav« me sight to view him, 
 
 For sin my eyes had seal'd ; 
 Then bid me look unto him ; 
 
 I look'd, and I was heal'd. 
 
 S A dying risen Jesus, 
 
 Seen by the eye of faith ; 
 At once from clanger frees us, 
 
 And saves the soul from death : 
 Come then to this physician, 
 
 His help he'll freely give, 
 He makes no hard condition, 
 
 ,r Tis only — look and live ! 
 
 33. 10.11. E . 
 
 Wilt thou be made whole ? John v. 6. 
 
 1 GOME, Seamen, attend to Jesus the Lord ; 
 He speaks as thy friend, give heed to his word : 
 His language is pleasing, reviving the soul, 
 Tis this, (how amazing!) " Wilt thou be 
 
 made whole ?'' 
 
 2 His power and skill, his wisdom and fame ; 
 His love and his will are ever the same : 
 
 His med'cine will ease thee, and comfort thy 
 
 soul ; 
 This language should please thee, " Wilt thou 
 
 be made whole V 
 
 3 All wounded and sore to Jesus I'll cry, 
 His pity implore and on him rely ; 
 
34 AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 
 He'll never reject thee, look to him my soul ; 
 Those sweet words affect me, " Wilt thou be 
 made whole ? 5 ' 
 
 4 How shall I adore the mercy and grace 
 That shine ever more in Jesus' dear face ? 
 His promise invites me to give him my soul, 
 This query excites me, ; ' Wilt thou be made 
 whole ?" 
 
 34. L. M. B . Altered. 
 
 Christ a pilot. 
 
 1 SEAMEN, the God of heaven adore • 
 You see the wonders of his power ; 
 The deep affords a rich supply, 
 
 And all the star-bespangled sky. 
 
 2 When storms and hurricanes arise, 
 And clouds and darkness veil the skies. 
 Who bids the furious tempests blow ? 
 HE who hath power to lay you low. 
 
 3 When light returns, and o'er the skies 
 The sunbeams spread a thousand dies ; 
 Think on that Sun whose mercy brings 
 Healing and life beneath his wings. 
 
 4 The needle points you to the pole, 
 And yet it trembles, like the soul 
 That feels its guilt a heavy load. 
 When looking at a holy God. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 
 
 o But fearful sailor, see the civ 
 
 Where streams of blood made up thy loss : 
 And mark the flesh of Jesus, torn, 
 To heal the souls for sin that mourn. 
 
 O come and make his word your guide. 
 In Him, your Pilot, still confide ; 
 He'll lead you to that blissful shore, 
 Where storms and death are felt no more. 
 
 35. C. M. J. A. K . 
 
 - Mi/ Father's at the Helm." An incident spiritually 
 improved* 
 
 1 'TWAS when the seas with horrid roar, 
 ' A little bark assail'd, 
 
 And pallid fear, with awful pow'i\ 
 O'er each on board prevail'd ; 
 
 2 Save one — the captain's darling child, 
 
 Who fearless view'd the storm, 
 And, playful, with composure smil'd 
 At danger's threat'ning form. 
 
 ) M Why sporting thus !" a seaman cries, 
 " Whilst sorrows overwhelm ?" 
 " Why yield to grief r' 5 the boy replies ; 
 "My father's at the helm." 
 
 4 Poor doubting soul from hence be taught 
 How groundless is thy fear; 
 Think what the power of Christ hath 
 wrought — 
 And he is ever near. 
 D 
 
3t> American seaema:n - 
 
 5 Safe in his hands whom seas obey. 
 
 When swelling surges rise, 
 He turns the darkest night to day. 
 And brightens low'ring skies. 
 
 6 Though thy corruptions rise abhorr'd* 
 
 And outward foes increase, 
 "Tis but for him to speak the word. 
 And all is hush'd to peace. 
 
 7 Then upward look ; howe'er distress 
 
 Jesus will guide thee home 
 To that eternal port of rest 
 
 Where storms shall never come. 
 
 36« C. M. Rippon's Selection. 
 The Redeemer's Message. Luke iv. 18, 19. 
 
 1 HARK, the glad sound, the Saviour comes. 
 
 The Saviour promis'd long ! 
 Let every heart prepare a throne. 
 And every voice a song. 
 
 2 On him, the Spirit, largely pour'd, 
 
 Exerts his sacred fire ; 
 Wisdom and might, and zeal and love, 
 His holy breast inspire. 
 
 3 He comes, the prisoners to release, 
 
 In Satan's bondage held : 
 The gates of brass before him burst, 
 The iron fetter? yield. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 61 
 
 lie comes, from thickest films of vice 
 
 To clear the mental ray ; 
 And on the eyes oppress' d with night 
 
 To pour celestial day. 
 
 5 He comes the broken heart to bind. 
 
 The bleeding soul to cure ; 
 And with the treasures of his grace. 
 T' enrich the humble poor. 
 
 6 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, 
 
 Thy welcome shall proclaim ; 
 And Heaven's eternal arches ring 
 With thy beloved name. 
 
 37. L. M. Newton. 
 That rock was Christ, 1 Cor. x. 4. 
 
 1 WHEN Israel's tribes were parch'd with thirst 
 Forth from the rock the waters burst : 
 Which smitten rock preflgur'd him, 
 
 From whose pierc'd side all blessings stream, 
 
 2 But ah ! the types were all too faint, 
 His sorrows or his worth to paint : 
 Slight was the stroke of Moses' rod, 
 But he endur'd the wrath of God. 
 
 3 Their outward rock could feel no pain. 
 But ours was wounded, torn and slain ; 
 The rock gave but a wat'ry flood, 
 
 But Jesus pour'd forth streams of blood. 
 
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 4 The earth is like their wilderness, 
 
 A land of drought and sore distress ; 
 Without one stream from pole to pole. 
 To satisfy a thirsty soul. 
 
 5 But let the Saviours praise resound ; 
 In him refreshing streams are found, 
 Which pardon, strength and comfort give, 
 And thirsty sinners drink and live. 
 
 38. L. M, Smith's Collection. 
 Security of the Rock Christ. 
 
 1 THE tower that rises o'er the sea, 
 
 And braves the winter's dreadful shock, 
 Where floods and rains and winds increase. 
 Stands fast, built firmly on a rock. 
 
 2 Thus may my soul on Jesus rest, 
 
 While at his gates T humbly knock, 
 And when with whelming seas opprest. 
 Stand fast, built firmly on a rock. 
 
 3 Come sinners, flee to Jesus' arms, 
 
 Like "doves who to their windows flock :" 
 When death and hell the world alarms, 
 Stand fast, built firmly on a rock. 
 
 4 Then while the harden'd sinner's drown'd, 
 
 And heaven his cries and woes shall mock ; 
 My soul with glory shall be crown'd, 
 For ever built on Christ thy rock. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 39, 40 
 
 39. L. M. Z- 
 
 T ransjiguratioii of Christ. " We were ?r£/7t 7ii//i wi the 
 holy mount/'' SI Peter, i. 18. 
 
 1 LO ! Christ ascends the sacred height, 
 Where his full glories should appear ; 
 Three sailors view'd the wond'rous sight, 
 M How good it is" — ascended here.. 
 
 d Thus Peter spake in vast amaze, 
 
 When bursting thro' the darkened air. 
 Celestial glories round him blaze, 
 Majestic, 'mid the Saviour's prayer. 
 
 3 If transient views like this surprise, 
 
 And raise the soul from earth's low clod. 
 What must it be beyond the skies, 
 Where Jesus reigns th' exalted God.. 
 
 A Lord raise poor seamen once again. 
 To view thy majesty above, 
 And soar beyond this stormy main. 
 Where all is peace, and joy and lov^. 
 
 40. S. M. Newton. 
 The broad way. Math. vii. IS. 
 
 I DESTRUCTION'S dangerous roac' 
 What multitudes pursue ! 
 While that which leads the soul to / 
 U gorught or known by few, 
 I) 2 
 
40, 41 AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 
 2 Believers enter in 
 
 By Christ the living gate; 
 But they who will not leave their sin ? 
 Complain it is too strait. 
 
 3 If self must be denied, 
 
 And sin forsaken quite; 
 They rather choose the way that's wide, 
 And strive to think it right. 
 
 4 Encompass'd by a throng, 
 
 On numbers they depend ; 
 So many surely can't be wrong 4 , 
 And miss a happy end. 
 
 5 But numbers are no mark 
 
 That men will right be found ; 
 A few were sav'd in Noah's ark 
 But many millions drown'd. 
 
 G Obey the gospel call, 
 
 And enter while you may ; 
 The flock of Christ is always small. 
 And none are safe but they. 
 
 7 Lord, open sinner's eyes, 
 Their awful state to see, 
 And make them, ere the storm arise, 
 To thee for safety flee. 
 
 41. C. M. Cowper. 
 True and false comfort. 
 O GOD, whose favourable eye 
 The sin-sick soul revives ; 
 ly and heavenly is the joy, 
 'hy shining presence gives. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 42 
 
 1 Sot such as hypocrites suppose, 
 Who with a graceless heart ; 
 Taste not of thee, but drink a dose 
 Prepar'd by Satan's art. 
 
 3 Intoxicating joys are theirs, 
 
 Who while they boast their light, 
 And seem to soar above the stars, 
 Are plunging into night. 
 
 4 Lull'd in a soft and fatal sleep, 
 
 They sin and yet rejoice: 
 Were they indeed the Saviour's sheep. 
 Would they not hear his voice ? 
 
 5 Be mine the comforts that reclaim 
 
 The soul from Satan's pow'r ; 
 That make me blush for what I am. 
 And hate my sin the more. 
 
 6 'Tis joy enough, my All in AIL 
 
 At thy dear feet to lie ; 
 Thou wilt not let me lower fall. 
 And none can higher fly. 
 
 42. L. M. Beddome. 
 
 Complaining of Inconstancy. 
 
 1 THE wandering star, and fleeting wind, 
 Both represent th' unstable mind ; 
 The morning cloud and early dew, 
 Bring our inconstancy to view. 
 
43 AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 
 2 But cloud and wind, and dew and star. 
 Faint and imperfect emblems are ; 
 Nor can there aught in nature be 
 
 So fickle and so false as we. 
 
 3 Our outward walk, and inward frame. 
 Scarce through a single hour the same ; 
 We vow, and straight our vows forget, 
 And then these very vows repeat. 
 
 4 We sin forsake, to sin return ; 
 
 Are hot, are cold, now freeze, now burn: 
 In deep distress, then raptures feel, 
 We soar to heaven, then sink to hell. 
 
 5 With flowing tears, Lord, we confess 
 Our folly and unsteadfastness : 
 When shall these hearts more fixed be, 
 Fix'd by thy grace, and fix'd for thee r 
 
 43. S. M. Dr. Watts' Lyrics. 
 Confession and Pardon. 1 John i. !>. 
 
 1 MY sorrows like a flood, 
 
 Impatient of restraint, 
 Into thy bosom, O my God ! 
 Pour out a long complaint. 
 
 2 This impious heart of mine 
 
 Could once defy the Lord. 
 Could rush with violence on to sin 
 In presence ofthysword< 
 
HYMN BOOK. 44 
 
 3 How often have I stood 
 
 A rebel to the skies. 
 And yet, and yet, O matchless grace ! 
 Thy thunder silent lies. 
 
 4 O shall I never feel 
 
 The meltings of thy love ? 
 
 Am I of such hell-harden* d steel 
 
 That mercy cannot move ? 
 
 5 O'ercome by dying love, 
 
 Here at thy cross I lie, 
 And throw my flesh, my soul, my all : 
 And weep, and love and die. 
 
 6 " Rise," says the Saviour, " rise ! 
 
 Behold my wounded veins ! 
 Here flows a sacred crimson flood 
 To wash away thy stains." 
 
 ? See, God is reconcil'd! 
 
 Behold his smiling face ! 
 Let joyful cherubs clap their wings. 
 And sound aloud his grace. 
 
 44. C. M. Cowper. 
 
 Contentment. Phil. iv. 11. 
 
 1 FIERCE passions discompose the mind? 
 As tempests vex the sea ; 
 But calm content and peace we find. 
 When, Lord, we turn to thee. 
 
40 AMERICAN 
 
 2 111 vain by reason and by rule, 
 
 We try to bend the will ; 
 For none but in the Saviour's school. 
 Can learn the heav'nly skill. 
 
 3 Since at his feet my soul has sat, 
 
 His gracious words to hear ; 
 Contented with my present state, 
 I cast on him my care. 
 
 4 " Art thou a sinner, soul ? (he said) 
 
 Then how cans't thou complain ? 
 How light thy troubles here, if weigh'd 
 With everlasting pain. 
 
 5 " If thou of murm'ring would'st be cur'd, 
 
 Compare thy griefs with mine ; 
 Think what my love for thee endur'd, 
 And thou wilt not repine. 
 
 6 " 'Tis I appoint thy daily lot, 
 
 And I do all things well ; 
 Thou soon shalt leave this wretched spot, 
 And rise with me to dwell. 
 
 7 "In life, my grace shall strength supply, 
 
 Proportion'd to thy day ; 
 At death, thou still shalt find me nigh, 
 To wipe thy tears away." 
 
 45. 10. 11. Newton. 
 Jehovah Jireh. The Lord will provide. Gen. xxii. 14. 
 1 THO' troubles assail, and clangers affright, 
 Though friends should all fail, and foes all unite ; 
 
HYMN BOOK. 4(> 
 
 Yet one thing secures us whatever betide, 
 The scripture assures us, the Lord will provide, 
 
 2 We may, like the ships, by tempests be tost 
 On perilous deeps, but cannot be lost : 
 Though Satan enrages the wind and the tide. 
 The promise engages, the Lord will provide. 
 
 3 His call we obey, like Ab'ram of old, 
 
 Not knowing our way, but faith makes us bold ; 
 For though we are strangers, we have a good 
 
 guide, 
 And trust in all dangers, the Lord will provide. 
 
 4 No strength of our own, or goodness we 
 claim, 
 
 Yet since we have known the Saviour's great 
 
 name, 
 
 In this our strong tower for safety we hide, 
 The Lord is our power, the Lord will provide. 
 
 5 When life sinks apace, and death is in view, 
 This word of his grace shall comfort us through : 
 No fearing or doubting, with Christ on our side, 
 We hope to die shouting, the Lord will pro- 
 vide. 
 
 4fc6. S. M. Dr. S. Stennet, 
 Praise for conversion. 
 
 COME ye that fear the Lord, 
 
 And listen while I tell, 
 How narrowly my feet escap'd 
 
 The snares of death and hell-. 
 
46 AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 
 2 The flattering joys of sense 
 
 AssaiPd my foolish heart, 
 While Satan with malicious skill. 
 Guided the pois'nous dart. 
 
 3 I fell beneath the stroke, 
 
 But fell to rise again ; 
 My anguish rous'd me into life, 
 And pleasure sprung from pain, 
 
 4 Darkness, and shame, and grief. 
 Oppressed my gloomy mind; 
 I look'd around me for relief, 
 But no relief could find. 
 
 5 At length to God I cry'd ; 
 
 He heard my plaintive sigh : 
 He heard, and instantly he sent 
 Salvation from on hicrh. 
 
 o 
 
 6 My drooping head he raised, 
 
 My bleeding wounds he heal'd, 
 Pardon'd my sins, and with a smile 
 The gracious pardon sealed. 
 
 7 O may I ne'er forget 
 
 The mercy of my God ; 
 Nor ever want a tongue to spread 
 His loudest praise abroad. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 4/ 
 
 47« C. M. Newton. 
 
 Old things are passed diva ij. £ Cor. v. 1 7 . 
 
 1 LET worldly minds the world pursue. 
 
 It has no charms for me ; 
 Once I admir'd its trifles too, 
 But grace has set me free. 
 
 2 Its pleasures now no longer please, 
 
 No more content afford ; 
 Far from my heart be joys like these. 
 Now 1 have seen the Lord. 
 
 8 As by the light of op'ning day 
 
 The stars are all conceaPd; 
 So earthly pleasures fade away, 
 When Jesus is reveaPd. 
 
 4 Creatures no more divide my choice, 
 
 I bid you all depart ; 
 His name and love and gracious voice, 
 Have fix'd my roving heart. 
 
 5 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone, 
 
 And wholly live to thee ; 
 But may 1 hope that thou wilt own 
 A worthless worm like me. 
 
 Yes ! though of sinners I'm the worst, 
 I cannot doubt thy will ; 
 For if thou had'st not lov'd me first, 
 
 F had refus'd thee still. 
 I 
 
48 AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 
 48b (1st part.) L. M. Ripporrs Selection. 
 
 Desiring the departure of darkness, and Hope set he fore 
 us. 
 
 1 AND is it so — that, till this hour, 
 
 We never knew what faith has meant : 
 And slaves to sin and Satan's power, 
 Have never felt these hearts relent. 
 
 2 What shall we do ? — shall we lie down, 
 
 Sink in despair, and groan and die ? 
 And, sunk beneath th' Almighty's frown, 
 Not glance one cheerful hope on high ? 
 
 3 Forbid it, Saviour ! to thy grace 
 
 As sinners, strangers, we will come : 
 Among thy saints we ask a place, 
 For in thy mercy there is room. 
 
 4 Lord, we believe ! Oh, chase away 
 
 The gloomy clouds of unbelief : 
 Lord, we repent ! Oh, let thy ray 
 Dissolve our hearts in sacred grief. 
 
 5 Now spread the banner of thy love, 
 
 And let us know that we are thine : 
 Cheer us with blessings from above, 
 With all the joys of hope divine. 
 
 48. (2d part) S. M. Cowpei . 
 The shining Light. 
 1 MY former hopes are dead, 
 My terror now begins ; 
 I feel alas ! that I am dead 
 In trespasses and sins. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 4 
 
 2 Ah ! whither shall I fly ? 
 
 I hear the thunder roar ; 
 The law proclaims destruction nigh. 
 And vengeance at the door. 
 
 3 When I review my ways, 
 
 I dread impending doom ; 
 But sure a friendly whisper says, 
 " Flee from the wrath to come/* 
 
 4 I see, or think I see, 
 
 A glimm'ring from afar ; 
 A beam of day that shines for me,. 
 To save me from despair. 
 
 5 Forerunner of the Sun, 
 
 It marks the pilgrim's way ; 
 I'll gaze upon it while I run, 
 And watch the rising day. 
 
 49- L- M. Tract Magazine. 
 On Death. 
 
 1 WHERE should I be, if God should say 
 I must not live another day, 
 
 And send and take away my breath ? 
 What is eternity — and death ! 
 
 2 My body is of little worth, 
 
 'Twould soon be mingled with the earth : 
 For we are made of clay, and must 
 Igain, at death, return to dust.. 
 
50 AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 
 3 But where my living soul would go, 
 I do not, and I cannot know ; 
 
 For none were e'er sent back to tell, 
 Thejoys of heav'n or pains of hell. 
 
 4 Yet, heaven must be a place of bliss, 
 Where God himself for ever is ; 
 Where saints around his throne adore* 
 And never sin nor suffer more. 
 
 5 And hell's a state of endless wo, 
 Where unrepenting sinners go ; 
 
 Though none that seek the Saviour's grace. 
 Shall ever see that dreadful place. 
 
 6 O let me then at once apply 
 
 To him who did for sinners die ; 
 And this shall be my great reward, 
 To dwell forever with the Lord. 
 
 50. C. M. Bishop Home. Altered. 
 
 On Death . 
 
 1 SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright. 
 
 Bridal of earth and sky ; 
 The dew shall weep thy fall to night, 
 For thou, alas ! must die. 
 
 2 Sweet rose, in air whose odours wave, 
 
 And colours charm the eye ; 
 Thy root is ever in its grave. 
 For thou, alas ! must die. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 51 
 
 Sweet spring, of days, and roses made ? 
 
 Whose charms for beauty vie • 
 Thy days depart, thy roses fade, 
 Thou too, alas ! must die. 
 
 4 Be wise, then, Sailor, while you may, 
 For time doth swiftly fly ; 
 The thoughtless man that laughs to-day, 
 To-morrow too may die. 
 
 51. C. M. R. L. 
 
 How will thou do in the swelling of Jordan ? Jer. xii. 'o. 
 
 1 MY thoughts on awful subjects roll, 
 
 Which fill me with dismay ; 
 How wilt thou do, my trembling soul, 
 In death's most gloomy day ? 
 
 £ In that dread hour of pain and wo, 
 What anguish rends the mind, 
 When forc'd to fly from all below. 
 And leave this clay behind ! 
 
 3 Let me, ere death his icy hand 
 
 Shall on my body lay, 
 Secure a place in yonder world 
 Of everlasting day. 
 
 4 The merits of thy death, O Christ, 
 
 Unto my heart apply, 
 That when my body sleeps in dust. 
 My soul may never die : 
 E 
 
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 5 But having hope, thro' grace divine, 
 To see thy face above, 
 May clap its joyful wings, and soar 
 To realms of life and love. 
 
 52. C. M. Watts. 
 
 Death and Eternity. 
 
 1 MY thoughts that often mount the skies. 
 
 Go search the world beneath, 
 Where nature all in ruin lies, 
 And owns her sovereign death. 
 
 2 The tyrant, how he triumphs here ! 
 
 His trophies spread around ! 
 And heaps of dust and bones appear, 
 Through all the hollow ground. 
 
 3 But where the souls, those deathless things. 
 
 That left their dying clay ? 
 My thoughts now stretch out all your wings. 
 And trace eternity. 
 
 4 O that unfathomable sea ! 
 
 Those deeps without a shore. 
 Where living waters gently play. 
 Or fiery billows roar ! 
 
 5 There we shall swim in heav'nly } 
 
 Or sink in flaming waves ; 
 While the pale carcass breathless lies 
 Amoncr the silent grn\r^ 
 
HYMN liOOK. 53 
 
 <i :i Prepare us, Lord, for thy right hand ! 
 Then come the joyful day ; 
 Come death, and some celestial band, 
 To bear our souls away." 
 
 53. C. j\l. Hart. 
 
 Death near, 
 
 1 VAIN man, thy fond pursuits forbear f 
 
 Repent. Thy end is nigh. 
 Death at the farthest, can't be far, 
 Oh ! think before you die. 
 
 2 Reflect, thou hast a soul to save; 
 
 Thy sins how high they mount ! 
 What are thy hopes beyond the grave ? 
 How stands that dark account ? 
 
 3 Death enters, and there's no defence : 
 
 His time there's none can tell, 
 He'll in a moment call thee hence. 
 To heaven or to hell. 
 
 4 Thy flesh, perhaps thy chiefest care, 
 
 Shall crawling worms consume : 
 But ah ! destruction stops not there; 
 Sin kills beyond the tomb. 
 
 5 To-day, the gospel calls to-day: 
 
 Sinners, it speaks to you : 
 Let every one forsake his way. 
 And mercv will ensue. 
 
54, 55 AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 
 54. L» M. Swain. 
 Encouragement against the fear of Death. 
 
 1 WHEN swelling Jordan o'er us rolls 
 
 Should Christ his lovely presence hide, 
 Will it not overwhelm our souls, 
 Before we reach the Canaan side ? 
 
 2 Who knows how deep the flood may be, 
 
 When we our awful summons hear ; 
 Or what dark prospects we may see, 
 
 When his black banners death shall rear ? 
 
 3 Well, should the tyrant death display 
 
 His fiercest form when we pass o'er, 
 Our skilful guide knows all the way, 
 From Jordan's brink to Canaan's shore. 
 
 4 Yes, the Redeemer once was dead ! 
 
 And, when he pass'd the gloomy grave, 
 
 Death's blackest waves roll'd oe'r his head, 
 
 That we might know his power to save. 
 
 5 Jesus has conquered death for us, 
 
 When his dark mansions he pass'd thro'. 
 He to a blessing turn'd the curse, 
 And we shall triumph o'er him too. 
 
 55. S. M. Newton. 
 
 Balaam's iv ish. Num. xxiii. 10. 
 
 1 HOW blest the righteous are, 
 When they resign their breath ! 
 No wonder Balaam wish'dto share 
 In such a happy death. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 56 
 
 2 - Oh ! let me die, said he, 
 
 The death the righteous do; 
 When life is ended, let me be 
 Found with the faithful few." 
 
 o The force of truth, how great ! 
 When enemies confess, 
 None but the righteous, whom they hate. 
 A solid hope possess. 
 
 4 But Balaam's wish was vain, 
 His heart was insincere : 
 He thirsted for unrighteous gain. 
 And sought a portion here. 
 
 6 He seem'd the Lord to know. 
 And to offend him loth ; 
 But Mammon prov'd his overthrow. 
 For none can serve them both. 
 
 G May you, my friends, and I, 
 
 Warning from hence receive ; 
 If like the righteous w 7 e would die, 
 To choose the life they live. 
 
 56. L, M. J. E . 
 
 "To die is gain:' Phil. i. 21. 
 
 i TO die — important thought ! — to die, 
 Perhaps to me the time is nigh ; 
 This day, this hour, this moment may 
 The Lord command mv soul awav. 
 
57 AMERICAN SEAMAN ? S 
 
 2 To die — and part with all below, 
 And to a world of spirits go ! 
 Important change — how vast the thought ! 
 Shall I to glory then be brought ? 
 
 3 To die — Great God ! and am I meet 
 To stand before thy judgment seat ? 
 When I before thy bar appear, 
 
 O ! shall I find acceptance there ? 
 
 4 To die — will death to me be gain ? 
 Shall I eternal life obtain ? 
 Shall I appear before the throne, 
 
 To tell the wonders Christ hath done : 
 
 5 To die — dear Lord ! my soul prepare. 
 Let me thy sacred image bear ! 
 Pardon and cleanse me by thy blood.. 
 Then shall I be at peace with God. 
 
 6 To die — shall then be gain to me ! 
 My spirit then shall Jesus see, 
 
 And join with thousands gone before. 
 His love and mercy to adore. 
 
 57. CM. Newton. 
 The happy debtor. 
 
 1 TEN thousand talents once I ow'd, 
 And nothing had to pay; 
 But Jesus freed me from the load. 
 And wash'd my debt away. 
 
HYMN BOOK". 58 
 
 2 Yet since the Lord forgave my sin, 
 
 And blotted out my score ; 
 Much more indebted I have been, 
 Than e'er I was before. 
 
 3 The love I owe for sin forgiv'n, 
 
 For power to believe, 
 For present peace, and promis'd heav'n, 
 No angel can conceive. 
 
 4 That love of thine ! thou sinner's friend ! 
 
 Witness my bleeding heart ! 
 My little all can ne'er extend 
 To pay a thousandth part. 
 
 5 Nay more, the poor returns I make 
 
 I first from thee obtain ; 
 And 'tis of grace, that thou wilt take 
 Such poor returns again. 
 
 G ? Tis well — it sltall my glory be 
 
 (Let who will boast their store) 
 In time, and to eternity, 
 
 To owe thee more and more. 
 
 58. 7s. Montgomery. 
 
 Dedicating the heart to God. 
 
 1 FATHER of eternal grace, 
 Glorify thyself in me, 
 Sweetly beaming in my face, 
 May the world thine imasre see. 
 
59 
 
 .2 Happy only in thy love, 
 
 Poor, unfriended and unknown, 
 Fix my thoughts on things above, 
 Stay my heart on thee alone. 
 
 3 Humble, holy, all resign'd, 
 
 To thy will — thy will be done ! 
 Give me, Lord, the perfect mind 
 Of thy well-beloved Son. 
 
 4 Counting gain and glory loss, 
 
 May I tread the path he trod, 
 Die with Jesus on the cross, 
 Rise with him to thee my God. 
 
 59. L. M. Ripporrs Selection. 
 Entire dedication. 
 
 1 EMPTY'D of earth, I fain would be, 
 Of sin, of self, of all but thee ; 
 Reserved for Christ, that bled and died. 
 Surrendered to the crucify'd ! 
 
 2 Sequester'd from the noise and strife, 
 The lust, the pomp, and pride of life : 
 Prepar'd for Heaven, my noblest care. 
 And have my conversation there. 
 
 3 Nothing, save Jesus, would I know ! 
 My friend, and my companion thou ; 
 Lord, take my heart — assert thy right, 
 And put all other loves to flight. 
 
HYMN BOOK, 60 
 
 4 Each idol tread beneath thy feet, 
 
 And to thyself the conquest get : 
 Let sin no more oppose my Lord, 
 
 Slain by thy Spirit's two-edged sword. 
 
 5 Detach from sublunary joys 
 
 One that would only hear thy voice, 
 Thy beauty see, thy grace admire, 
 Nor glow but with celestial fire* 
 
 6 Larger communion let me prove 
 
 With thee, blest object of my love : 
 But, oh! for this no power have I ; 
 My strength is at thy feet to lie. 
 
 60. L. M. 107th Psalm. Watts. 
 Deliverance from storms and shipwrecks. 
 
 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 They leave their native shores behind, 
 And seize the favour of the wind, 
 
 Till God command, and tempests rise 
 That heave the ocean to the skies. 
 
 3 Now to the heavens th^y mount amain, 
 Now sink to dreadful deeps again ; 
 
 I- 
 
61 AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 
 What strange affrights young sailors feel, 
 And like a staggering drunkard reel ! 
 
 4 When land is far, and death is nigh, 
 Lost to all hope, to God they cry ; 
 His mercy hears the loud address, 
 And sends salvation in distress. 
 
 5 He bids the winds their wrath assuage, 
 The furious waves forget their rage ; 
 'Tis calm, and sailors smile to see 
 The haven where they wish'd to be. 
 
 6 O may the sons of men record 
 
 The wonderous goodness of the Lord ! 
 Let them their private offerings bring. 
 And in the church thy glory sing. 
 
 61. C. M. Madan's Coll. 
 Thanksgiving fpr deliverance in a storm. 
 
 1 OUR little bark, on boist'rous seas. 
 
 By cruel tempests tost, 
 Without one cheerful beam of hope, 
 Expecting to be lost. 
 
 2 We to the Lord in humble prayer 
 
 Breath'd out our sad distress : 
 Though feeble, yet with contrite hearts. 
 We begg'd return of pteace. 
 
HYMN BOCK. 02 
 
 J 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 
 To him who hath our lives preserved. 
 Our Saviour and our King. 
 
 5 Let us proclaim to all the world, 
 
 With heart and voice again, 
 And tell the wonders he hath done 
 For us the sons of men. 
 
 62. C. M. Dr. Ryland, 
 
 Delight in God. Psalm xxxvii. 4. 
 
 1 O LORD ! I would delight in thee. 
 
 And on thy care depend ; 
 To thee in every trouble ftee, 
 My best, my only friend. 
 
 2 When all-created streams arc Sry'd, 
 
 Thy fulness is the same; 
 May I with this be satisfv'd, 
 And glory in thy name ! 
 
 * Why should the soul a drop bemoan. 
 Who has a fountain near; 
 A fountain which will ever run 
 With waters sweet and clear ; 
 
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 4 No good in creatures can be found 
 
 But may be found in thee; 
 I must have all things, and abound, 
 While God is God to me. 
 
 5 Oh, that I had a stronger faith, 
 
 To look within the veil ; 
 To credit what my Saviour saith, 
 Whose word can never fail ! 
 
 6 He that has made my heaven secure, 
 
 Will here all good provide : 
 While Christ is rich, can I be poor; 
 What can I want beside f 
 
 7 O Lord, I cost my care on thee ; 
 
 I triumph and adore : 
 Henceforth my great concern shall be 
 To love and please thee more. 
 
 ®3u L. M. Stogdon. 
 God ready to forgive, or despair prevented. 
 
 1 WHAT mean these jealousies and fears: 
 
 As if the Lord was loth to save, 
 Or lov'd to see us drench'd in tears, 
 Or sink with sorrow to the grave. 
 
 2 Does he wont slaves to grace his throne; 
 
 Or rules he by an iron rod ? 
 Loves he the deep despairing groan ? 
 Is ho a tyrant, or a God : 
 
HYMN BOOK. 64 
 
 3 Not all the sins which we have wrought, 
 So much his tender bowels grieve, 
 As this unkind injurious thought, 
 That he's unwilling to forgive. 
 
 A What though our crimes are black as night, 
 Or glowing like the crimson morn, 
 Emmanuel's blood will make them white 
 As snow through the pure aether borne. 
 
 5 " I've found a ransom," saith the Lord. 
 " No humble penitent shall die ;" 
 Lord, we would now believe thy word, 
 And thy unbounded mercies try ! 
 
 64. C. M. Dr. Ryland. 
 Hinder me not. Gen. xxiv. 56. 
 
 1 IN all my Lord's appointed ways, 
 
 My journey I'll pursue; 
 Hinder me not, ye much lov'd saints, 
 "For I must go with you.' 5 
 
 2 Stay, says the world, and taste awhile 
 
 My every pleasant sweet; 
 
 Hinder me not, my soul replies, 
 
 Because the way i£ great. 
 
 3 Stay, Satan my old master crie>, 
 
 Or force shall thee detain ; 
 Hinder me not, 1 will be gone, 
 My God has broke thy chain. 
 
65 AMERICAN SEAMAN % S 
 
 4 Thro' floods and flanes if Jesus leads, 
 
 I'll follow where he goes ; 
 Hinder me not, shall be my cry, 
 Tho' earth and hell oppose. 
 
 5 Thro' duty and thro' trials too, 
 
 I'll go at his command ; 
 Hinder me not, for I am bound 
 To my Emmanuel's land. 
 
 6 And when my Saviour calls me home, 
 
 Still this my cry shall be ; 
 Hinder me not, come welcome death, 
 I'll gladly go with thee. 
 
 65. C. M. N . 
 
 Encouraging the soul under dejtclloh. 
 
 1 WHY heaves my breast this mournful sigh ; 
 
 Why far from rest still roam ? 
 Does not my Jesus reign on high, 
 To guide his wanderers home ? 
 
 2 Is not his sacred promise sure 
 
 To all the chosen seed ? , 
 
 Shall they not to the end endure 
 When God hath so decreed : 
 
 3 Yes, soul, the hour approaches fast, 
 
 When through a Saviour's grace, 
 Thou shalt arrive in heav'n at L^sjt, 
 \pd see him face to face. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 66 
 
 For Death, the monster, is no more. 
 
 With all his gloomy train, 
 Than a rough gale, to scud thee o'er 
 
 Where endless pleasures reign. 
 
 There on the bosom of thy God, 
 
 In ecstasy recline ; 
 And all that Jesus bought with bloo*d' ? 
 
 Shall be for ever thine. 
 
 66. C. M. W. G ... 
 
 Eternal things. 2 Cor. iv. lo. 
 
 1 LET things unseen attract your eyes, 
 
 Which never will decay ; 
 The things which are beyond the side?* 
 In realms of endless day. 
 
 2 Look at the beauty of the Lord. 
 
 In yonder world of light ; 
 Or in the pages of his word, 
 Wherein it shines so bright. 
 
 3 Look more at Christ and glory still, 
 
 That yon may know and find 
 True joy, and a submissive will, 
 And solid peace of mind. 
 
 4 'Tis while we look on things above, 
 
 We lasting pleasure find ; 
 "Tis while we view the God of Lo^e> 
 To crosses we're resign'd* 
 
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 5 All our afflictions will seem light 
 While heaven is in our view ; 
 Our souls will bear the darkest night 
 With peace and courage too. 
 
 67. L. M. E. S . 
 
 An evening hymn. 
 
 1 THE sun at length is gone to rest, 
 And something says within my breast ; 
 Forbear awhile, each earthly thing, 
 And haste to meet thy Lord and King. 
 
 2 He sits upon a throne above, 
 Shining with majesty and love ; 
 Methinks I hear him sweetly say, 
 Come sinner rise and come away. 
 
 3 I come, my Jesus, fraught with joy, 
 Swift on the wings of love I fly, 
 Within thy arms secure to lay, 
 
 Till mortal cares are past away. 
 
 4 And now I want, dear blessed Lord, 
 Ever to keep thy holy word ; 
 
 And firm to Heav'n's unchang'd decree, 
 To keep this wand'ring heart for thee. 
 
 5 Here may'st thou ever, ever reign, 
 And never let us part again; 
 Then often this shall be express'd, 
 Was ever soul than me more blest. 
 
HYMN BOOK. ' 68 
 
 6S« C- M Cowper. 
 A living and a dead faith. 
 
 1 THE Lord receives his highest praise, 
 
 From humble minds and hearts sincere, 
 While all the loud professor says, 
 Offends the righteous Judge's ears. 
 
 2 To walk as children of the day, 
 
 To mark the precept's holy light, 
 To wage the warfare, watch and pray, 
 Show who are pleasing in his sight. 
 
 3 Not words alone it cost the Lord, 
 
 To purchase pardon for his own ; 
 Nor will a soul, by grace restor'd, 
 Return the Saviour words alone. 
 
 4 Easy indeed it were to reach 
 
 A mansion in the courts above, 
 If swelling words and fluent speech 
 Might serve, instead of faith and love. 
 
 But none shall gain the blissful place, 
 Or God's unclouded glory see ; 
 
 Who talk of free and sovereign grace, 
 Unless that grace has made him free, 
 
69 AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 
 69. C. M. Beddome. 
 Power of faith. 
 
 1 HAVE I that faith whose influence 
 
 Destroys the power of sin, 
 Subdues the vain delights of sense, 
 And makes the conscience clean ? 
 
 2 Have I that lively faith and strong 
 
 Which checks the insulting foe, 
 And when thick dangers round me throng 
 Will bear me safely through ? 
 
 3 Have I that faith which calms the soul, 
 
 When threading storms arise, 
 
 Bids the huge billows cease to roll, 
 
 And straight the tempest dies ? 
 
 4 Have I that faith which looks to Christ, 
 
 Through clouds that intervene, 
 The sovereign king, atoning priest, 
 And trust him though unseen ? 
 
 5 If still this precious grace I want, 
 
 I seek it Lord from thee ; 
 'Tis thine, and thine alone to grant; 
 Impart this gift to me. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 70 
 
 5T©« C. M. Rippoirs Selection. 
 The power of faith. 
 
 1 FAITH adds new charms to earthly bliss : 
 
 And saves me from its snares : 
 Its aid in every duty brings, 
 And softens all my cares : 
 
 2 Extinguishes the thirst of sin, 
 
 And lights the sacred fire 
 Of Ipveto God, and heavenly. things, 
 And feeds the pure desire. 
 
 3 The wounded conscience knows its power 
 
 The healing balm to give : 
 That balm the saddest heart can cheer, 
 And make the dying live. 
 
 4 Wide it unveils celestial worlds, 
 
 Where deathless pleasures reign ; 
 And bids me seek my portion there : 
 Nor bids me seek in vain : 
 
 5 Shows me the precious promise, seal'd 
 
 W T ith the Redeemer's blood; 
 And helps my feeble hopes to rest, 
 Upon a faithful God. 
 
 6 There, there unshaken, would I rest 
 
 Till this vile body dies ; 
 And then, on faith's triumphant whlgg. 
 At once to glory rise. 
 
74 AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 
 71. C. M. Copper. 
 
 Praise for faith, 
 f 
 
 1 OF all the gifts thine hand bestow^ 
 
 Thou Giver of all good ! 
 INTot heav'n itself a richer knows, 
 Than my Redeemer's blood. 
 
 2 Faith too, the blood receiving grace* 
 
 From the same hand we gain ; 
 Else sweetly as it suits our case, 
 That gift had been in vain. 
 
 3 Till thou thy teaching pow'r apph ? 
 
 Our hearts refuse to see, 
 And weak, as a distemper'd eye, 
 Shut out the view of thee. 
 
 4 Blind to the merits of thy Son, 
 
 What misery we endure ! 
 Yet fly that hand, from which alone. 
 We could expect a cure. 
 
 5 We praise thee, and would praise thee more, 
 
 To thee our all we owe; 
 The precious Saviour, and the pow'r 
 That makes him precious too. 
 
HYMN BOOK. rl 
 
 72- C. M. Newton. 
 
 Faith's review and exjpectat ton. 1 Chron. xvii. 16, IT. 
 
 1 AMAZING grace! (how sweet the sound ) 
 
 That sav'd a wretch like me ! 
 I once was lost, but now am found, 
 Was blind, but now I see. 
 
 2 "Twas grace that taught my heart to fear. 
 
 And grace my fears relieved ; 
 How precious did that grace appear, 
 The hour I first believ'd ! 
 
 3 Thro' many dangers, toils and snares, 
 
 I have already come ; 
 ! Tis grace has brought me safe, thus far, 
 And grace will lead me home. 
 
 4 The Lord has promised good to me, 
 
 His word my hope secures ; 
 He will my shield and portion be, 
 As long as life endures. 
 
 5 Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail, 
 
 And mortal life shall cease; 
 1 shall possess within the vail, 
 A life of joy and peace. 
 
 6 The earth shall soon dissolve like snow. 
 
 The sun forbear to shine ; 
 But God who calFd me here below, 
 ^ ill be for ever mine> 
 G 
 
73, 74 American seaman's 
 
 73. 3. 8. 8. or 113th. Wesley, 
 Support of faith to the Christian mariner. 
 
 1 WHEN passing through the wat'ry deejv 
 
 I ask in faith his promis'd aid, 
 The waves an awful distance keep, 
 
 And sink from ray devoted head ; 
 Fearless then violence I dare, 
 They cannot harm, for God is there ! 
 
 2 Since thou hast bid me come to thee, 
 
 (Good as thou art and strong to save,} 
 I'll sail o'er life's tempestuous sea, 
 
 Upborne by the unyielding wave : 
 Dauntless, tho' rocks of pride be near, 
 And yawning whirlpools of despair. 
 
 3 When darkness intercepts the skies, 
 
 And sorrow's waves around me roll : 
 When high the storms of trouble rise, 
 
 And half o'erwhelm my sinking soul ; 
 My soul a sudden calm shall feel, 
 And hear a whisper, " Peace, be still." 
 
 74. S. M. Irons. 
 
 4 ' Jesus saith unto h im, O thou of Utile faith . ? ' 
 
 Matthew xiv. 31. 
 
 I O THOU of little faith, 
 On seas of trouble tost, 
 Depend on what the Saviour saith. 
 And you can ne'er be lost. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 75 
 
 2 He bids you to him come, 
 
 Why should you yield to fear : 
 The winds may blow, and billows foam 
 But Jesus Christ is there. 
 
 o Tho' storms of sorrow rise, 
 And winds contrary prove, 
 Yet, " wherefore dost thou doubt," he cries. 
 Mine is unchanging love. 
 
 4 I did at first impart 
 
 The little faith thou ftast 3 
 Then doubt no more, I'll ne'er depart. 
 But ever hold thee fast. 
 
 7*. cm. 
 
 *• Some concerning faith have made shipwreck." 
 
 1 Tim. i. 19 
 
 1 ON life's wide ocean rudely tost 
 
 Ah, "some concerning faith/' 
 
 Professors have at last been lost, 
 For so the scripture saith. 
 
 2 Like empty *• clouds'' or " raging waves, ? 
 
 While " foaming" out their shame, 
 Made "shipwreck" near apostate graves. 
 And sunk the Christian name. 
 
 make me, Lord, sincere and true. 
 
 Believing thy report ; 
 In me thy power and mercy show. 
 
 That I may reach my port. 
 
'76 AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 
 4 Teach me to navigate those seas 
 Where thickest dangers rise, 
 And land me safe, when thou shalt please. 
 In heaven, to take the prize. 
 
 76 D P. M. Smith's Coll. 
 The soundings of faith, 
 
 ;; When they had gone a little farther, they sounded 
 again. " Acts xxvii. 28. 
 
 1 TO Heav'n I'm bound with prosp'rous gales. 
 
 My bark by grace doth safely steer, 
 And going under gospel sails, 
 
 Celestial prospects bright appear. 
 To sound her ground my faith now springs. 
 And to her Author thus she sings, 
 " Thy will be done:' 
 
 2 As bearing up to gain the port, 
 
 A blood stain'd cross and heav'n in view, 
 A Saviour's wounds my harbour — fort — 
 
 The beacon — >to my vessel true; 
 Again my faith her sounding tries, 
 And to my soul's sure pilot cries — 
 " A blessed Hope.' 5 
 
 3 Now as the blissful shore draws near, 
 
 With transport I behold the place, 
 Where dwells my friend, my Saviour dear, 
 
 And long, with joy, to see his face. 
 Once more my faith now tries her ground, 
 Arid tjhusi re-echoes back the sound, 
 u Christ is mv Rock." 
 
HYMN BOOK. 
 
 When to her birth my bark draws nigh, 
 And I have done with sails and tide. 
 
 * ; Strong is my cable," then I'll cry, 
 My Anchor's sure — I safely ride. 
 
 \o more, my soul, need try her ground. 
 
 Safe at her moorings she is found, 
 And " all is well.'" 
 
 ^Wm 11. 12. Edaieston. 
 '• Trust m the Lord for ever.'' 7 I?, xxvl. 4< 
 
 1 WHEN rocks and when shallows beset us 
 
 around, 
 When sands are deceitful, and treacherous the 
 
 ground, 
 When waves rise and threaten the ship to o'er- 
 
 whelm, 
 : We trust to the pilot who governs the helm, 
 
 % When dangers and death range abroad in our 
 
 sight, 
 We obey the command, and it guides us aright ; 
 Though we know not the reason of all that we 
 
 see, 
 We trust our commander knows better than we. 
 
 3 And shall we in seasons of danger thus trust, 
 The power and aid of a man who is dust ; 
 But when we are call'd in our God to confide, 
 Feel doubt and distrust in his goodness to guide? 
 
73 AMERICAN SEA.MA\\ ; ! 
 
 4 Forbid it — Oh never, wherever we be. 
 May w r e feel, Lord, or act as mistrustful of 
 
 thee : 
 Thou knowest, thou see'st, thou guidest 
 
 aright, 
 And the path that's now dark, will hereafter be 
 
 bright, 
 
 7& m 6s. Edmeston. 
 False Land. " Be not deceived. 1 '' Gal. vi. 7. 
 
 1 WHEN many a tempest blew, 
 
 And hope was almost past : 
 The worn and weary erew, 
 HaiPd distant land at last, 
 
 2 Far o'er the lee it lay, 
 
 Its arms seem'd spreading wide. 
 To form a quiet bay, 
 
 Where ships might safely ride. 
 
 J That refuge from the storm. 
 That distant bay so fair, 
 Was but a cloudy form. 
 And melted into air ! 
 
 4 So earthly hope deceives 
 
 The heart that trusts it most ; 
 So all the beauty leaves 
 ^rmie seemitig happy coast. 
 
m.uN £00k. 79 
 
 S Hat faith can look before. 
 And see the land of light ; 
 This is the only shore 
 
 That never mocks the sight. 
 
 79. L. M. Doddridge, 
 Effects of the fall lamented. Ps. cxix. 13G, 15C. 
 
 1 ARISE, my tenderest thoughts, arise; 
 To torrents melt my streaming eyes ; 
 And thou, my heart, with anguish feel 
 Those evils which thou cans't not heal* 
 
 2 See human nature sunk in shame ; 
 See scandals pour'd on Jesus' name; 
 The Father wounded through the Son : 
 The word abus'd ; the soul undone. 
 
 3 See the short course of vain delight 
 Closing in everlasting night — 
 
 In flames, that no abatement know, 
 Though briny tears for ever flow. 
 
 4 My God, I feel the mournful scene ; 
 .My bowels yearn o'er dying men ; 
 And fain my pity would reclaim, 
 
 And snatch the firebrands from the flame. 
 
 5 But feeble my compassion proves, 
 And can but weep where most it loves ; 
 Thy own all-saving arm employ, 
 
 \nd turn thest drops of orief to joy. 
 
80, 81 American seaman's 
 
 80. L. M. Dr. Gibbons. 
 
 Divine Forgiveness. Luke vii. 47. 
 
 1 FORGIVENESS! 'tis a joyful sound 
 
 To malefactors doom'd to die ! 
 Publish the bliss the world around ; 
 Ye seraphs shout it from the sky ! 
 
 2 5 Tis the rich gift of love divine; 
 
 J Tis full, out-meas'ring ev'ry crime : 
 Unclouded shall its glories shine, 
 
 And feel no change by changing time. 
 
 J Our sins unnumber'd as the sand, 
 
 And like the mountains for their size. 
 The seas of sov'reign grace expand — 
 The seas of sov'reign grace arise. 
 
 4 For this stupendous love of heav'n, 
 
 What grateful honour shall we show; 
 Where much transgression is forgiv'n, 
 Let love in equal ardour glow. 
 
 5 By this inspir'd, let all our days 
 
 With various holiness be crowivd ; 
 Let truth and goodness, prayer and praise. 
 In all abide, in all abound. 
 
 81. L. M. Watts' Sermons. 
 
 Fortitude,, or remedies against Jewry 
 
 i WHEN tumults of unruly tenr. 
 Rise in my heart and riot there, 
 
HYMN BOOK. 82 
 
 What shall I do to calm my breast, 
 And get my vexing foe supprest ? 
 
 2 What power can these wild thoughts control, 
 This ruffling tempest of the soul? 
 
 Where shall I fly in this distress, 
 But to the throne of glorious grace? 
 
 3 Great God, preserve my conscience clean, 
 Wash me from guilt, forgive my sin, 
 Thy love shall guard me from surprise, 
 Though threat'ning dangers round me rise. 
 
 4 When fear like a wild ocean raves, 
 Let Jesus walk upon the waves, 
 And say, " 5 tisl," that heavenly voice 
 Shall sink the storm and raise my joys. 
 
 5 My faith would seize some promise, Lord; 
 There's power and safety in thy word; 
 Not all that earth or hell can say, 
 
 Shall tempt or drive my soul away. 
 
 82a C. M. Evangelical Magazine, 
 
 Against fear. John vi. £0. 
 
 1 WHEN storm and tempest loudly howl, 
 And clouds obscure the sky ; 
 When lightnings flash and thunders roll. 
 Be not afraid — His T. 
 
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 2 If doubts about a future state 
 
 Extort the serious cry, 
 What shall I do? my sins how great ! 
 Be not afraid — His I. 
 
 3 While Satan aims a fiery dart. 
 
 Temptations make thee sigh ; 
 Believe in me ; I'll keep thy heart ; 
 Be not afraid — 'tis I. 
 
 4 Should health and wealth, and friends forsake. 
 
 And death itself draw nigh; 
 Tho' heart should break, and nature shake : 
 Be not afraid — 'tis L 
 
 5 >Tis I who liv'd— 'tis I who died, 
 
 That thou mightst reign on high : 
 Behold my hands, my feet, my side. 
 ,lnd be convinced His L 
 
 83. L. M. Baltimore Coll. 
 
 " Be not afraid, it is //' Mark vi. 50. 
 
 1 CHILDREN of God, renounce your fears, 
 Lo ! Jesus for your help appears, 
 And loudly speaks as he draws nigh, 
 " Be not afraid, for it is I.'' 
 
 J When in the awful tempests tost, 
 You feel your strength and courage lost. 
 
HYMN BOOK. S4 
 
 And mighty waves roll o'er your head. 
 Your Lord is near, be not afraid. 
 
 ) When mournful tidings from afar. 
 Or nations raise tumultuous war, 
 And wide their devastation spread. 
 Yet he is near, be not afraid. 
 
 4 When fierce disease attacks your frame. 
 Your Saviour's love is still the same ; 
 In death's dark shade you need not fear, 
 For Jesus will be with you there. 
 
 5 When stars are from their orbits hnrl'd. 
 And flames consume this lower world, 
 Ev'n then your Judge will smiling cry. 
 t; Be not afraid, for it is I." 
 
 84. C. M. Watts' Sermons. 
 
 Holy Fortitude. 1 Cor. xvi. 13. 
 
 1 AM I a soldier of the cross, 
 A follower of the Lamb ? 
 And shall I fear to own his cause. 
 Or blush to speak his name : 
 
 1 Must I be carried to the skies, 
 On flowery beds of ease ; 
 While others fought to win the prize. 
 \nd sail'd through bloodv sea- 1 
 
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 3 Are there no foes for me to face; 
 
 Must I not stem the flood ? 
 Is this vile world a friend to grace. 
 To help me on to God ? 
 
 4 Sure I must fight if I would reign ; 
 
 Increase my courage, Lord ! 
 I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, 
 Supported by thy word. 
 
 5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war. 
 
 Shall conquer though they die ; 
 They see the triumph from afar, 
 And seize it with their eye. 
 
 6 When that illustrious day shall rise, 
 
 And all thy armies shine 
 In robes of victory through the skies, 
 The glory shall be thine. 
 
 85. C. M. Watts' Sermon?. 
 Zeal and fortitude- 
 
 1 DO I believe what Jesus saith, 
 
 And think the gospel true ? 
 Lord, make me bold to own my faith. 
 And practise virtue too. 
 
 2 Suppress my shame, subdue my fear. 
 
 Arm me with heavenly zeal, 
 That I may make thy power appear, 
 And works of praise fulfil. 
 
HYM.N BOOK. 
 
 u If men should see my virtue shine, 
 And spread my name abroad, 
 Thine is the power, the praise is thine. 
 My Saviour and my God. 
 
 4 Thus when the saints in glory meet, 
 Their lips proclaim thy grace ; 
 They cast their honours at thy feet. 
 Aid own their borrow'd rays. 
 
 86. S. M. Dr. Watts' Lyrics. 
 Forms vain without religion. 
 
 1 ALMIGHTY Maker, God! 
 
 How wond'rous is thy name ! 
 Thy glories how diffus'd abroad 
 Through the creation's frame ! 
 
 2 Nature in every dress 
 
 Her humble homage pays, 
 And finds a thousand ways t' express 
 Thine undissembled praise. 
 
 'J My soul would rise and sing 
 To her Creator too ; 
 Fain would my tongue adore my King 
 And pay the worship due. 
 
 4 [But pride, that busy sin, 
 Spoils all that I perform ; 
 Curs'd pride, that creeps securely iir 
 And swells a haughty Worm.] 
 H 
 
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 5 Create my soul anew, 
 
 Else all my worship's vain ; 
 This wretched heart will ne'er be true. 
 Until His form'd again. 
 
 £ Let joy and worship spend 
 The remnant of my days, 
 And to my God, my soul ascend 
 In sweet perfumes of praise. 
 
 87. C. M. Cowper. 
 Praise for the fountain opened. Zech. xiii. 1, 
 
 1 THERE is a fountain filPd with blood, 
 
 Drawn from Emmanuel's veins; 
 And sinners plung'd beneath that flood, 
 Lose all their guilty stains. 
 
 2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see 
 
 That fountain in his day ; 
 O may I there, though vile as he, 
 Wash all my sins away. 
 
 3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood 
 
 Shall never lose its pow'r, 
 'Till all the ransom'd Church of God 
 Be sav'd, to sin no more, 
 
 4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream. 
 
 Thy flowing wounds supply ; 
 Redeeming love has been my theme* 
 And shall he till I die. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 88 
 
 i 13 ut when this lisping stammering tongue. 
 Lies silent in the grave ; 
 Then in a nobler sweeter song, 
 I'll sing thy pow'r to save. 
 
 88. L. M. Krishnu. 
 
 The first Hindoo convert baptized in Bengal, and after* 
 wards a preacher of the Gospel. 
 
 1 O THOU my soul, forget no more 
 The Friend who all thy misery bore; 
 Let ev'ry idol be forgot, 
 
 But, O my soul, forget Him not. 
 
 2 Brumu,* for thee a body takes, 
 Thy guilt assumes, thy fetters breaks, 
 Discharging all thy dreadful debt ; 
 And cans't thou e'er such love forget ? 
 
 > Renounce thy works and ways with grief, 
 And fly to this most sure relief, 
 Nor him forget, who left his throne. 
 And for thy life gave up his own. 
 
 4 Infinite truth and mercy shine 
 
 In Him, and HE himself is thine ; 
 
 And cans't thou then with sin beset, 
 
 Such charms, such matchless charms forger, 
 
 5 Ah! no — till life itself depart, 
 
 His name shall cheer and warm my heart; 
 And, lisping this, from earth I'll rise, 
 And join the chorus of the skies. 
 
 * The Hindoo name of the one God. 
 
89, 90 AMERICAN SEAMAN^ 
 
 6 Ah ! no — when all things else expire, 
 And perish in the general fire, 
 His name all others shall survive, 
 And through eternity shall live. 
 
 89. L. M. Chapman's Coll. 
 Christ the Sailor's Friend. 
 
 1 GO make thy station his clear cross, 
 Compar'd with this, count all things loss. 
 Wait till his pitying ear he lend, 
 
 Christ is the contrite sailor's FRIEND. 
 
 2 And such a Friend ! Oh make him yours. 
 Pardon his boundless love procures, 
 
 Go, sailor, and he will attend ; 
 Lord Jesus, be the sailor's Friend. 
 
 3 Plead not of works which thou hast done. 
 They never can for sin atone ; 
 Emptied of self, to nought pretend, 
 
 But rest on Christ, the sailor's Friend. 
 
 SO. 7. 6. Smith's Coll. 
 Gales astern. 
 
 I would hasten my escape from the windy storm and tempest. Vs. Iv. ". 
 
 1 THOUGH strong the winds are blowing, 
 And loud the billows roar ; 
 Full swiftly we are going, 
 To onr dear native sliore. 
 
HYMN BOOK. VJl 
 
 2 The billows breaking o'er us, 
 
 The storms that round us swell, 
 Are aiding to restore us 
 To all we love so well, 
 
 3 So sorrow often presses, 
 
 Life's mariner along; 
 Afflictions and distresses, 
 
 Are gales and billows strong. 
 
 4 The sharper and severer, 
 
 The storms of life we meet. 
 The sooner and the nearer 
 Is heav-n's eternal seat. 
 
 5 Come then afflictions dreary, 
 
 Sharp sickness pierce my breast ; 
 You only bear the weary- 
 More quickly home to rest. 
 
 91. L. M. Ap. Rippon's Sele<-. 
 God the author of consolation. 2 Cor. vii. (". 
 
 1 THE Lord, how rich his comforts are; 
 
 How wide they spread ! how high they rise : 
 He pours in balm to bleeding hearts, 
 And wipes the tears from flowing eyes. 
 
 2 I have no hope, my spirit cry'd, 
 
 Just trembling on the brink of hell : 
 I am thy hope, the Lord reply'd, 
 My love secures its fav'rites weil 
 H 2 
 
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 3 My grateful soul shall speak his praise, 
 Who turns its tremblings into songs ; 
 And those that mourn shall learn of me, 
 Salvation to our God belongs. 
 
 92. C. M, Rowe. 
 
 Eternity of God. 
 
 1 THOU didst, O mighty God, exist 
 
 Ere time began its race; 
 Before the ample elements 
 FilPd up the void of space. 
 
 2 Before the pond'rous earthly globe 
 
 In fluid air was stay'd ; 
 Before the ocean's mighty springs 
 Their liquid stores display'd. 
 
 3 And when the pillars of the world, 
 
 With sudden ruin break, 
 And all this vast and goodly frame 
 Sinks in the mighty wreck: 
 
 4 When from her orb the moon shall start, 
 
 Th 1 astonished sun roll back ; 
 While all the trembling starry lamps 
 Their ancient course forsake : 
 
 5 For ever permanent and fix'd, 
 
 From agitation free, 
 TJnchang'd, in everlasting years. 
 Shall th v existence be. 
 
HYaiH book. 93. 94 
 
 93. L. M. Walts. 
 God's dominion over the sea. Psalm cvii. 23. 
 
 1 GOD of the seas, thy thundering voice 
 Makes all the roaring waves rejoice, 
 And one soft word of thy command 
 Can sink them silent in the sand. 
 
 2 How is thy glorious power ador'd, 
 
 -midst the wai'ry nations, Lord; 
 Yet the bold men, that trace the seas. 
 Bold men, refuse their Maker's praise. 
 
 3 What scenes of miracles they see, 
 And never tune a song to thee; 
 While on the flood they safely ride, 
 They curse the hand that smooths the tide. 
 
 4 Anon they plunge in wafry graves, 
 And some drink death among the waves ; 
 Yet the surviving crew blaspheme, 
 
 Nor own the God that rescued them. 
 
 3 O for some signal of thy hand, 
 Shake all the seas, Lord, shake the land : 
 Great Judge, descend, lest men deny 
 That there's a God that rules the sky. 
 
 94- L. M. J. B . 
 
 The glory of God, in creation and grace. 
 
 1 THY glories shine, Almighty God! 
 With brierht eflfulerence round the Globe; 
 
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 There's not a tree, or plant, or flower, 
 But blooms thy wisdom and thy power. 
 
 2 The meanest worm that crawls the ground. 
 The shining heav'ns extensive round; 
 Angels and men, join to proclaim 
 
 The matchless wonders of thy name. 
 
 3 But still, with transport, we survey 
 A more divinely-bright display 
 Of Godhead, in its gi andest forms, 
 When Jesus dwells with mortal worms. 
 
 4 In him, the first born Son we trace 
 The brightness of the Father's face. 
 Where love and majesty combine 
 Where truth and mercy meet and shine. 
 
 5 Angels may bend in deep amaze, 
 Adoring thy mysterious ways 
 
 Of love divine ; while human tongues 
 Proclaim free grace in loudest songs. 
 
 95- L. M. Dr. Doddridge. 
 God's goodness to the children of men. Ps. vii. SI. 
 
 1 YE sons of men, with joy record 
 The various wonders of the Lord ; 
 And let his pow'r and goodness sound 
 Through all your tribes the earth around. 
 
 2 Let the high heavens your songs invite 
 Those spacious fields of brilliant light ; 
 
HYMN BOOK. 96 
 
 Where sun and moon and planets roll ; 
 And stars that glow from pole to pole. 
 
 9 View the broad sea's majestic plains, 
 And think how wide its Maker reigns j 
 That land remotest nations joins, 
 And on each wave his goodness shines, 
 
 4 But O that brighter world above, 
 Where lives and reigns incarnate love ! 
 God's only son in flesh array'd, 
 
 For man a bleeding victim made. 
 
 5 Thither my soul with rapture soar ! 
 There in the land of praise adore ; 
 The theme demands an angel's lay- 
 Demands an everlasting day. 
 
 9@ a L. M. Cowper. 
 Grace and Providence. 
 
 1 ALMIGHTY King ! whose wond'rous hand ! 
 Supports the weight of sea and land ; 
 Whose grace is such a boundless store, 
 
 No heart shall break that sighs for more. 
 
 2 Thy providence supplies my food, 
 And 'tis thy blessing makes it goodj 
 My soul is nourish'd by thy word, 
 Let soul and body praise the Lord. 
 
 3 Either his hand preserves from pain, 
 Or. if I feel it. heals again : 
 
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 From Satan's malice shields my breast. 
 Or overrules it for the best. 
 
 4 Forgive the song that falls so low 
 Beneath the gratitude I owe ! 
 It means thy praise, however poor. 
 An angel's song can do no more. 
 
 97. 11.12. Edmeston. 
 Universal presence. Psalm cxxxix. 
 
 1 IN the wide waste of water, 
 
 So vast and so clear, 
 How delightful to think, 
 
 That my Saviour is here ; 
 As much with this vessel, 
 
 Where'er it may roam, 
 As with those whom we love, 
 
 And have quitted at home. 
 
 2 Eternal pervader — 
 
 Protector of all ! 
 Thou hearest the prayer 
 
 Of the weakest who call; 
 From thee never distant, 
 
 Wherever we are, 
 Thy love is our pole, 
 
 And our point, and our star. 
 
 3 Forgive us and bless us, 
 
 Thou only cansH bless ; 
 Thou knowest — we do not. 
 Each future distress ; 
 
HYMN BOOK. 98 
 
 O guard us, and keep us, 
 
 And bring us again 
 To the land of our home, 
 
 From the boisterous main. 
 
 98. C M. Blacklock. 
 Divine omnipresence. Psalm cxxxiw 
 
 1 WHERE from thy spirit shall I stretch 
 
 The pinions of my flight ? 
 Or where thro' nature's spacious range, 
 Shall I elude thy sight ? 
 
 2 Scal'd I the skies ; the blaze divine 
 
 Would overwhelm my soul : 
 Plung'd I to hell, there should I hear. 
 Thine awful thunders roll. 
 
 3 If on a morning's darting ray, 
 
 With matchless speed I rode, 
 And flew to the wild lonely shore, 
 That bounds the ocean's flood. 
 
 4 Thither thy hand, all-present God! 
 
 Must guide the wond'rous way, 
 And thine omnipotence support, 
 The fabric of my clay. 
 
 5 The beams of noon, the midnight hour, 
 
 x\re both alike to thee ; 
 O may I ne'er provoke that power. 
 From which I cannot flop. 
 
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 99m C. M. Beddome. 
 Providence universal. Psalm cxlv» 
 
 1 TEMPESTS arise, when God appoints 
 
 And mighty oceans roar, 
 He bids the winds and waves be still. 
 And strait the storm is o'er. 
 
 2 Without him not a sparrow falls, 
 
 Nor eagle cuts the air, 
 But saints amid these changing scenes, 
 Are his peculiar care. 
 
 3 If light attends the course I run, 
 
 'Tis he provides those rays, 
 And 'tis his hand that hides my sun. 
 If darkness cloud my days. 
 
 4 Through regions, distant and unknown, 
 
 His providence extends, 
 Then let his praises fly abroad, 
 To earth's remotest ends. 
 
 100a L. M. J. Stennet. 
 
 God reasoning with men. Is. i. 10. 
 
 • f COME, sinners," saith the mighty God 7 
 " Heinous as all your crimes have been. 
 
 Lo ! I descend from mine abode 
 To reason with the son? of men* 
 
HYMN BOOK. 101 
 
 2 " No clouds of darkness veil my lace. 
 
 No vengeful lightnings flash around ; 
 I come with terms of life and peace ; 
 
 Where sin hath reign'd let grace abound/* 
 
 3 Yes, Lord, we will obey thy call. 
 
 And to thy gracious sceptre bow ; 
 O make our crimson sins like wool, 
 Our scarlet crimes as white as snow, 
 
 4 So shall our thankful lips repeat 
 
 Thy praises with a tuneful voice. 
 While humbly prostrate at thy feet, 
 We wonder, tremble, and rejoice. 
 
 101. C. M. Newton. 
 Jliey shall be mine, saith the Lord. Malachi iii. 16 — 18. 
 
 1 WHILE sinners utter boasting words, 
 
 And glory in their shame ; 
 The Lord, wellpleas'd, an ear affords 
 To those who fear his name. 
 
 2 They often meet to seek his face. 
 
 And what they do or say, 
 Is noted in his book of grace, 
 Against another day. 
 
 3 For they, by faith, a day descr}'. 
 
 And joyfully expect, 
 When he, descending from the sky, 
 Hi^ jewels will collect 
 ] 
 
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 4 Unnotic'd now, because unknown, 
 
 A poor and suffering few ; 
 He comes to claim them for his own, 
 And bring them forth to view. 
 
 5 With transport then, their Saviour's care 
 
 And favour they shall prove; 
 As tender parents guard and spare 
 The -children of their love. 
 
 6 Assembled worlds will then discern 
 
 The saints alone are blest ; 
 When wrath shall like an oven burn. 
 And vengeance strike the rest. 
 
 L. M. II . 
 
 A throne of grace. Heb. iv. 16. 
 
 1 WHILE journeying through this hum!) 
 
 vale, 
 Exposed to every adverse gale; 
 If to the throne I could repair, 
 I should be happy, happy there. 
 
 2 When doubts and fears my mind perplex. 
 Or worldly things go wrong and vex, 
 
 If to the throne my soul draws near. 
 Propitious hope removes each fear. 
 
 3 O never, never can I Unci 
 
 Such joy and transport to the mind. 
 As when my ardent soul descry'd 
 The glories of the man who died. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 103 
 
 \ The robe my legal soul had wrought 
 With pray'rs and tears, appear'd as nought : 
 One view, O Saviour, of thy love, 
 For ever fix'd my hopes above. 
 
 5 There let them firm for ever rest, 
 With still increasing radiance blest ; 
 Till death dissolves the mortal band. 
 And I arrive in Canaan's land. 
 
 103. C. M. Watts' Lyrics, 
 Grace and sovereignty. 
 
 1 THE Lord, how fearful is his name ! 
 
 How wide is his command ! 
 Nature, with all her moving frame, 
 Rests on his mighty hand. 
 
 2 Immortal glory forms his throne, 
 
 And light his awful robe; 
 While with a smile or with a frown, 
 He manages the globe. 
 
 3 A word of his almighty breath 
 
 Can swell and sink the seas ; 
 Build the vast empires of the earth. 
 Or break them as he please. 
 
 4 Adoring angels round him fall, 
 
 In all their shining forms, 
 His sovereign eye looks thro' them alL 
 And pities mortal worms, 
 
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 5 Now let the Lord for ever reign, 
 And sway us as he will, 
 Sick or in health, in ease or pain, 
 We are his fav'rites still. 
 
 104. S. M. Watts. 
 
 Heavenly joy on earth. 
 
 1 [COME, we that love the Lord, 
 And let our joys be known; 
 Join in a song with sweet accord, 
 And thus surround the throne. 
 
 % Xhe sorrows of the mind 
 
 Be banished from this place; 
 Religion never was design'd 
 To make our pleasures less.] 
 
 3 Let those refuse to sing 
 
 That never knew our God, 
 But fav'rites of the heav'nly King 
 May speak their joys abroad. 
 
 4 [The God that rules on high, 
 
 And thunders when he please, 
 That rides upon the stormy sky. 
 And manages the seas :] 
 
 5 This awful God is ours, 
 
 Our Father and our love ; 
 Be shall send down his heav'nly power- 
 To carry us above. 
 
HYMN BOOK, 10B 
 
 6 There shall we see his face, 
 
 And never, never sin ; 
 There from the rivers of his grace, 
 Drink endless pleasures in. 
 
 7 Yes, and before we rise 
 
 To that immortal state, 
 The thoughts of such amazing bliss 
 Should constant joys create. 
 
 S [The men of grace have found 
 Glory begun below : 
 Celestial fruits on earthly ground, 
 From faith and hope may grow.] 
 
 9 [The hill of Zion yields 
 
 A thousand sacred sweets, 
 Before we reach the heav'nly fields. 
 Or walk the golden streets. 
 
 10 Then let our songs abound, 
 
 And every tear be dry ; 
 We're marching thro' Emmanuel's ground. 
 To fairer worlds on high.] 
 
 105. l. m. e- — ; 
 
 The heart of stone. Ezekiel xxxvi. &6 
 
 I KIND Saviour, tune my pow'rs anew, 
 For I would praise and love thee too ; 
 But, Lord, I must with grief bemoan. 
 That I have still a heart of stove. 
 
1 1)0 AMERICA! SEAMAN : S 
 
 2 Convinced of this, to thee I fly, 
 On thee depend, on thee rely ; 
 I know thy pow-r, and thine alone, 
 Can take away this heart of stone. 
 
 S O mighty Jesus, let me be 
 Relieved from guilt and misery; 
 And thus shall I be brought to own, 
 That thou cans't break a heart of stone. 
 
 4 When pain, disease, and death appear. 
 And vast eternity draws near, 
 May this important truth be known, 
 That Christ hath chang'd my heart of stone. 
 
 I Then shall I leave this world with joy, 
 And mount to dwell above the sky; 
 Where saints for ever join to own 
 That Christ can melt a heart of stone. 
 
 10@« L. M. Hart. 
 
 The stony heart, 
 
 1 OH ! for a glance of heav'nly day, 
 To take this stubborn stone away; 
 To thaw with beams of love divine, 
 This heart, this frozen heart of mine* 
 
 2 The rocks can rend, the earth can quake, 
 'The seas can roar, the mountains shake : 
 
 Of feeling all things show some sign, 
 But this unfeeling heart of mine. 
 
 3 To hear the sorrows thou hast felt, 
 Dear Lord ! on adamant would melt : 
 
HYMN BOOK,. 107 
 
 But I can read each moving line, 
 And nothing move this heart of mine. 
 
 4 Thy judgments too, unaw'd I hear, 
 Amazing things ! which devils fear ; 
 Goodness and wrath in vain combine 
 To stir this stupid heart of mine. 
 
 5 But one can yet perform the deed : 
 That one in all his grace I need; 
 Thy spirit can from dross refine 
 And melt this stubborn heart of mine. 
 
 G O breath of life, breathe on my soul ! 
 On me let streams of mercy roll : 
 Now thaw, with rays of love divine, 
 This heart, this frozen heart of mine. 
 
 1©7. C. M. TV -, 
 
 Holding on. 
 
 1 IN all my troubles sharp and strong-, 
 
 My soul to Jesus flies; 
 My anchor hold is firm in him, 
 When swelling billows rise. 
 
 2 His comforts bear my spirits up : 
 
 I trust a faithful God : 
 The sure foundation of my hope, 
 Is in a Saviour's blood. 
 
 3 Loud hallelujahs sing, my soul ! 
 
 To thy Redeemer's name : 
 In joy and sorrow, life and death, 
 His love is still the same. 
 
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 108. C. M. H . 
 
 Hope in a storm. 
 
 1 THE gathering clouds portentous rise. 
 My feeble bark is toss'd : 
 O Saviour hasten, speak a calm, 
 Or I'm for ever lost. 
 
 2 Secure upon a fatal coasts 
 
 My all I did embark; 
 Nor once mistrusted how I steer d, 
 Till shipwreck'd in the dark. 
 
 3 While thick'ning tempests fright my soul, 
 
 And former comforts die ; 
 Yet still I know my Jesus lives 
 And intercedes on high. 
 
 4 Dear Saviour, wake a tuneful note, 
 
 And make my heart rejoice ; 
 Dispel the gloom, confirm my hope, 
 And raise my falt'ring voice. 
 
 5 On thy dear bosom let me lean, 
 
 As one belov'd of thee ; 
 To hear thy voice, to see thy face, 
 And worship only thee. 
 
 109. L. M. Parkinson. 
 Hope in darkness. 
 1 IN darkest hours and greatest grief, 
 
 A view of Christ gives joy and light ; 
 Among ten thousand he's the chief, 
 He turns to day my blackest night. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 110 
 
 2 When sins like mighty mountains rise, 
 
 And fears like raging billows swell. 
 Then Christ appears my sacrifice, 
 And sweetly whispers All is ivell. 
 
 3 When past offences me assail, 
 
 And Sinai's thunders loudly roar. 
 Then Jesus shows himself my bail, 
 And justice cries, I ask no more. 
 
 4 If Satan strive to cast me down, 
 
 Then speaks the Father, whose I am. 
 And says I'm chosen in the Son, 
 Before the world or time began. 
 
 5 Thus lov'd and chosen in the Son, 
 
 Redeem'd and cleansed by his blood. 
 Xot all the rage of hell or men 
 Can separate me from my God. 
 
 HO. (1st part.) CM. Gospel Melodies. 
 if'hizh hope we have as an anchor to the soul. Heb. vi. 19. 
 
 1 THIS life's a voyage of strife and storm, 
 
 And dangers widely spread : 
 The fairest pr >speets clouds deform. 
 Till even hope is fled ! 
 
 2 Our skies are clothed in cheerless gloom, 
 
 Our guiding stars retire, 
 And lightnings seem to flash our doom. 
 In streams of livid fire. 
 
J 10 AMERICAN SEAMAIVS 
 
 3 Oh! whither shall our souls retreat, 
 
 Is there no refuge left; 
 But 'gainst the storm our bark must beat. 
 Of every hope bereft ? 
 
 4 Ah ! sinner, trembling sinner, yes, 
 
 There is a refuge nigh ; 
 Jesus in righteousness can bless, 
 Though tempests cloud thy sky ! 
 
 5 Though robb'd of every guardian rope. 
 
 Thy bark on billows roll, 
 There still remains this cheering hope, 
 An anchor to thy soul. 
 
 6 Seek then his grace, so free, so dear ! 
 
 And bought with cruel pains ; 
 Then shalt thou boast his mercy here, 
 And triumph where he reigns* 
 
 110. (2d part.) L. M. Watts. 
 Hope in the covenant. Heb. vi. 17 — 19. 
 
 1 HOW oft have sin and Satan strove 
 
 To rend my 'soul from thee, my God ! 
 But everlasting is his love, 
 
 And Jesus seals it with his blood. 
 
 2 The oath and promise of the Lord 
 
 Join to confirm the wondrous grace ; 
 Eternal power performs the word, 
 
 And fills all heav'n with endless praise. 
 
HYMN BOOK. Ill 
 
 3 Amidst temptations sharp and long, 
 
 My soul to this dear refuge flies ; 
 Hope is my anchor, firm and strong, 
 While tempests blow, and billows rise. 
 
 4 The gospel bears my spirits up ; 
 
 A faithful and unchanging God 
 Lays the foundation for my hope, 
 In oaths, and promises, and blood. 
 
 111. L. M. Irons. 
 Christ the Sailors Hope. 
 
 1 LAUNCH'D on a sea where troubled waves 
 With angry tossings swell and foam, 
 'Tis gospel hope from shipwreck saves, 
 'Till death shall waft the vessel home. 
 
 J When life's contrary winds arise, 
 
 With keen perplexing heavy gale^, 
 A hope well fix'd above the skies, 
 Against the sharpest storms prevail. 
 
 3 Billows of disappointment roll, 
 
 Along the restless tide of time, 
 But gospel hope bears up the soul, 
 'Till an eternal calm shall shine, 
 
 4 Jesus, my hope is fix'd on thee, 
 
 No calm below do I expect, 
 But I am safe, tho' out at sea, 
 
 Thou wilt not let my soul be wreck'd 
 
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 112a C. M. Rippoirs Selection. 
 
 Messenger of the covenant, appearing for our salvation, 
 
 Malachi iii. 1. 
 
 1 JESUS, commission'd from above, 
 
 Descends to men below, 
 And shows from whence the springs of love 
 In endless currents flow. 
 
 2 He whom the boundless heaven adores. 
 
 Whom angels long to see, 
 Quitted with joy those blissful shores, 
 Ambassador to me ! 
 
 3 To me, a worm, a sinful clod, 
 
 A rebel all forlorn ; 
 A foe, a traitor to my God, 
 And of a traitor born. 
 
 4 To me, who never sought his grace 
 
 Who mock'd his sacred word ; 
 Who never knew, or lov'd his face, 
 And all his will abhorr'd. 
 
 5 [To me, who could not even praise ; 
 
 When his kind heart I knew, 
 But sought a thousand devious ways 
 Rather than keep the true : 
 
 G Yet this redeeming angel came, 
 So vile a worm to bless; 
 He took with gladness all my blame. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 113,114 
 
 7 Oh that my languid heart might glow 
 With ardour all divine ! 
 And, for more love than seraphs know. 
 Like burning seraphs shine. 
 
 113. C. M. Hoskins. 
 Jesus better than all our fears. 
 
 1 THO' winds may blow and storms may rise, 
 
 And rocks and sands appear. 
 But Jesus to his people flies, 
 And bids them not to fear. 
 
 2 Tho' seeming on destruction's brink, 
 
 While the dread tempests roar, 
 However toss'd, they shall not sink, 
 But safely reach the shore. 
 
 3 Tho' neither sun nor stars appear 
 
 For many days in sight, 
 Trust in the Lord, be of good cheer. 
 And he shall guide you right. 
 
 4 Then let the saints in God confide. 
 
 And on his promise rest, 
 They shall the storms of life outride. 
 And be for ever blest. 
 
 114. ft M. Steele. 
 
 44 Behold I stand at the door and knock." Rev. iii. £0. 
 1 AND will the Lord thus condescend 
 To visit sinful worms; 
 Thus at the door shall mercy stsCncH 
 Jh al-l her winning forms ? 
 K 
 
115 AMERICAN SEAMAYS 
 
 2 Shall Jesus for admission sue, 
 
 His soothing voice unheard, 
 And this vile heart, his rightful due. 
 Remain for ever barr'd ? 
 
 3 'Tis sin, alas, with tyrant pow'r, 
 
 The lodging has possest, 
 And crowds of traitors bar the door 
 Against the heavenly guest. 
 
 4 Lord, rise in thy all-conquering grace. 
 
 Thy mighty pow'r display, 
 One beam of glory from thy face, 
 Can drive my foes away. 
 
 5 Ye dang'rous inmates, hence depart., 
 
 Dear Saviour enter in, 
 Aod guard the passage to my hearty 
 Attd keep out every sin. 
 
 115. S. M. Beddorae. 
 Life from Jesus 1 death, 
 
 1 YE mourning saints, behold 
 
 The Lamb that once was slain, 
 See, see him on the cross expire, 
 In agonizing pain. 
 
 2 The fruits of glory grow 
 
 On that accursed tree, 
 The Saviour dies, the sinner lives. 
 His bondage set us free. 
 
 3 The law he satisfied, 
 
 And paid the debtwe ow'd, 
 jUton'd our guilt, our grief sustajn'd, 
 A vast opjwressive load. 
 
HYMN BOQK. 116 
 
 4 5 Tis from his dying groans, 
 Our loud hosannas rise,' 
 By faith in him, our souls aspire 
 To mansions in the skies. 
 
 116. C. JVi Newton, 
 The name of Jesus. Songs i. S. 
 i HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds* 
 In a believer's ear! 
 It soothes his sorrows, heals his wound's. 
 And drives away his fear. 
 
 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole. 
 
 And calms the troubled breast: 
 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, 
 And to the w r eary rest. 
 
 3 Dear name ! the rock on which I build, 
 
 My shield and hiding place ; 
 My never failing treas'ry fill'd 
 With boundless stores of grace. 
 
 4 By thee my pray'rs acceptance gain. 
 
 Although with sin defil'd ; 
 Satan arouses me in vain, 
 And i am own'd a child. 
 
 5 Jesus! my Shepherd, Husband, Frienu. 
 
 My Prophet, Priest and King ; 
 My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End; 
 Accept the praise I bring. 
 
 6 Weak is the effort of my heart, 
 
 And cold my warmest thought : 
 But when I see thee as thou ar'r-. 
 I'll praise thee as I ought. 
 
117 AMERICAN SEAMAN""- 
 
 117. CM. J. Stenner. 
 Salvation by Christ. 
 1 JESUS ! O word divinely sweet ! 
 
 How charming is the sound 
 
 What joyful news ! what heavenly sense ; 
 In that dear name is found ! 
 
 2 Our souls all guilty, and condemned, 
 
 In hopeless fetters lay ; 
 Our souls, with numerous sins deprav'd, 
 To death and hell a prey. 
 
 3 Jesus, to purge away this guilt, 
 
 A willing victim fell, 
 And on his cross triumphant broke 
 The bands of death and helL 
 
 4 Our foes were mighty to destroy^ 
 
 He mighty was to save ; 
 He died, but could not long be held. 
 A prisoner in the grave. 
 
 5 Jesus ! who mighty art to save, 
 
 Still push thy conquests on : 
 
 Extend the triumphs of thy cross. 
 
 Where'er the sun has shone. 
 
 6 O Captain of salvation ! make 
 
 Thy power and mercy known ; 
 Till crowds of willing converts come. 
 And worship at thy throne. 
 
4H.YMX BOOK, 118, US 
 
 118. C. M. Doddridge. 
 Jesus precious to believers. 1 Peter ii. 7. 
 
 1 JESUS, I love thy charming name, 
 
 'Tis music to my ear ; 
 Fain would I sound it out so loud r 
 That earth and heav'n might hear. 
 
 2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul, 
 
 My transport and my trust ; 
 Jewels to thee are gaudy toys. 
 And gold is sordid dust. 
 
 3 All my capacious powers can wish, 
 
 In thee doth richly meet ; 
 Nor to my eyes is light so dear, 
 Nor friendship half so sweet. 
 
 4 Thy grace shall dwell upon my heart, 
 
 And shed its fragrance there ; 
 The noblest balm of all its wounds'. 
 The cordial of its care. 
 
 5 I'll speak the honours of thy name, 
 
 With my last lab'ring breath ; 
 And, dying, clasp thee in my arms, 
 The antidote of death. 
 
 119a C. M. Gospel Melodies. 
 
 Nevertheless I am not ashamed. 2 Tim. i. 12. 
 
 I THOUGH friends forsake, and foes as,saiL 
 Bright faith shall ne'er remove ; 
 Nor all the arts of hell prevail, 
 I tear La|iib, against thy love r 
 K 2 
 
120 AMERICAN SEAMAIVS , 
 
 2 Faith ! like the Dove descending bright, 
 O'er Jordan's hallow'd tide, 
 Shall pour from thee a stream of light. 
 My anxious soul to guide. 
 
 Then let on me a world disclaim'd, 
 
 Her brands of vengeance toss ; 
 Oh ! dying God ! I'm not ashamed 
 To clasp thy reeking cross. 
 
 4 I'll cling like seamen to their mast. 
 
 When billows round them rave ; 
 While Hope supports them to the last, 
 To stem the rushing wave ! 
 
 5 Lost in a storm of guilt, and fast, 
 
 Fast driven from the shore ; 
 Jesus ! thy love the cross hath cast. 
 To bear me safely o'er. 
 
 G Upborne by that, the sinking soul 
 May brave the darkest sea, 
 Though storms of deepening horrors roll. 
 And rise through faith, to thee ! 
 
 120. C. M. Gospel Melodies. 
 Lord Jtsus receive my spirit. Acts vii. ^>H. 
 
 1 OUR voyage below beset with ills 
 
 We know not to avoid ; 
 Aid prone to err, our faithless wilfa 
 Have oft each good destroy'd ! 
 
HVMS BOOK. 121 
 
 2 But most of all, our stubborn sins 
 
 Delude our hearts of stone, 
 Till Satan, ever watchful, wins 
 Our spirits for his own ! 
 
 3 Do thou, redeeming Jesus, thou. 
 
 For. us the fight sustain ; 
 Then conquest crowns the humble brow. 
 And sin and death are slain ! 
 
 4 Then mercy triumphs in our hearts, 
 
 And grace our hope renews ; 
 While faith a rich delight imparts, 
 And Heaven's own transport views. 
 
 5 Guide me, dear Lord, through waves and 
 
 strife, 
 And when those storms are past, 
 Oh ! let me enter into life ! 
 Receive my soul at last. 
 
 121. CM. Watts' Sermons. 
 
 The true improvement of life. 
 
 1 AND is this life prolonged to me? 
 And days and seasons given ? 
 O let me then prepare to be 
 A fitter heir of heaven, 
 
 I In vain these moments shall not pas>. 
 These golden hours begone ; 
 Lord, I accept thine offer'd grace. 
 I bow before thv throne. 
 
122 AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 
 3 Now cleanse my soul from every siu> 
 
 By my Redeemer's blood ; 
 Now let my flesh and soul begin 
 The honours of my God. 
 
 4 Let me no more my soul beguile 
 
 With sin's deceitfal toys; 
 Let cheerful hope, increasing still 
 Approach to heavenly joys. 
 
 5 My thankful lips shall loud proclaim, 
 
 The wonders of thy praise, 
 And spread the savour of thy name 
 Where'er I spend my days. 
 
 6 On earth let my example shine, 
 
 And when I leave this state, 
 May heav'n receive this soul of mine 
 To bliss supremely great. 
 
 122. L. M. Lock H. Coll. 
 Invitation to sinners. Is.lv. 1. 
 
 1 HO ! every one that thirsts, draw nigh ; 
 
 ('Tis God invites the fallen race;) 
 Mercy and free salvation buy ; 
 
 Buy wine, and milk, and gospel grace. 
 
 2 Come, to the living waters, come ; 
 
 Sinners, obey your Makers call ; 
 Return, ye weary wanderers, home, 
 Arid find his grace feach'd out to all. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 123 
 
 3 See from the rock a fountain rise, 
 
 For you in healing streams it rolls; 
 Money you need not bring, nor price, 
 Ye laboring, burden' d, sin-sick souls. 
 
 4 Nothing you in exchange can give ; 
 
 Leave all you have and are behind ; 
 Frankly the gift of God receive, 
 Pardon and peace in Jesus find. 
 
 123. C. M. Steele. 
 The Saviour's invitation. John vii. ST. 
 
 1 THE Saviour calls — let every ear 
 
 Attend the heavenly sound ; 
 Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear, 
 Hope smiles reviving round, 
 
 2 For every thirsty, longing heart, 
 
 Here streams of bounty flow : 
 And life, and health, and bliss impart 
 To banish mortal wo. 
 
 3 Here springs of sacred pleasure rise 
 
 To ease your ev'ry pain : 
 (Immortal fountain ! full supplies !) 
 Nor shall you thirst in vain. 
 
 4 Ye sinners come ; 'tis mercy's voice. 
 
 The gracious call obey : 
 Mercy invites to heavenly joys — 
 And can vou vet delav? 
 
124 AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 
 5 Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts,, 
 To thee let sinners fly, 
 And take the bliss thy love imparts ; 
 And drink, and never die. 
 
 124. C. M. Steele, 
 An invitation to the gospel feast* Luke xiv.22-. 
 
 1 YE wretched, hungry, starving poor, 
 
 Behold a royal feast ! 
 Where mercy spreads her bounteous store., 
 For ev'ry humble guest. 
 
 2 See Jesus stands with open arms; 
 
 He calls, he bids you come : 
 Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms ; 
 But see, there yet is room — 
 
 3 Room in the Saviour's bleeding heart. 
 
 There love and pity meet ; 
 Nor will he bid the soul depart 
 That trembles at his feet. 
 
 4 In him the Father reconcil'd, 
 
 Invites your souls to come ; 
 
 The rebel shall be call'd a child, 
 
 And kindly welcom'd home, 
 
 5 come, and with his children taste 
 
 The blessings of his love; 
 While hope attends the sweet repast? 
 Of nobler joys above. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 125 
 
 6 There, with united heart and voice, 
 
 Before th' eternal throne, 
 Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice, 
 In ecstacies unknown. 
 
 7 And yet ten thousand thousand more, 
 
 Are welcome still to come : 
 Ye longing souls the grace adore, 
 Approach, there yet is room* 
 
 125* ? s « Newton. 
 Rest for weary souls. Math. xi. £8 . 
 
 DOES the gospel word proclaim, 
 
 Rest for those who weary be : 
 Then, my soul, put in thy claim, 
 
 Sure that promise speaks to thee: 
 Marks of grace I cannot show, 
 
 All polluted is my best; 
 Yet I weary am 1 know, 
 
 And the weary long for rest. 
 
 Burden'd with a load of sin, 
 
 Harass'd with tormenting doubt. 
 Hourly conflicts from within, 
 
 Hourly crosses from without : 
 All my little strength is gone, 
 
 Sink I must without supply : 
 §nre upon the earth is none 
 
 Can more weary be than I. 
 
126 AMERICAN SEAMAN ; S 
 
 3 In the ark the weary dove 
 
 Found a welcome resting place ; 
 Thus my spirit longs to prove 
 
 Rest in Christ, the ark of grace : 
 Tempest toss'd I long have been. 
 
 And the flood increases fast ; 
 Open, O Lord, and take me in. 
 
 Till the storm be overpast. 
 
 126. C. M. Steele. 
 ' Come unto me, Sfc. Math. xi. £8. 
 
 1 COME, weary souls, with sins distrest: 
 Come, and accept the promis'd rest: 
 The Saviour's gracious call obey, 
 And cast your gloomy fears away. 
 
 2 Oppress'd with guilt, a painful load ; 
 O come, and spread your woes abroad : 
 Divine compassion, mighty love, 
 
 Will all the painful load remove. 
 
 3 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows 
 
 To cleanse your guilt and heal your woes 
 Pardon and life, and endless peace ; 
 How rich the gift ! how free the grace ! 
 
 4 Lord, we accept with thankful heart 
 The hope thy gracious w r ords impart ; 
 We come with trembling, yet rejoice. 
 And bless the kind inviting voice. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 127 
 
 Dear Saviour ! let thy powerful love 
 Confirm our faith, our fears remove ; 
 And sweetly influence every breast, 
 And guide us to eternal rest. 
 
 127. C. M. Newton. 
 The tamed Lion, or rebellion overcome. Isaiah xi. 9. 
 
 1 A LION, though by nature wild, 
 
 The art of man can tame ; 
 He stands before his keeper, mild. 
 And gentle as a Lamb. 
 
 2 But man himself, who thus subdues 
 
 The fiercest beasts of prey, 
 A nature more unfeeling shows. 
 And far more fierce than they. 
 
 3 Tho' by the Lord preserv'd and fed, 
 
 He proves rebellious still : 
 And when he eats his Maker's bread. 
 Resists his holy will. 
 
 4 Alike in vain, of grace that saves, 
 
 Or threatening law 7 he hears : 
 The savage scorns, blasphemes and raves. 
 And neither loves nor fears. 
 
 fi O Saviour! how thy wond'rous pow ? r. 
 By angels is proclaim'd ; 
 When in thine own appointed hour. 
 They see thy Lion tarn'd, 
 L 
 
I2i> AMERICAN SEAMAN 7 S 
 
 G The love thy bleeding cross displays, 
 The hardest heart subdues ; 
 Here furious lions while they gaze, 
 Their rage and fierceness lose. 
 
 7 Yet we are but renew'd in part; 
 The Lion still remains ; 
 Lord, drive him wholly from my heart, 
 Or keep him fast in chains. 
 
 128. L. M. Newton. 
 
 The Loadstone, or compass turning to the polar star-. 
 
 John xii. 32. 
 
 1 AS needles point towards the pole, 
 
 When touch'd by the magnetic stone : 
 So faith in Jesus, gives the soul 
 A tendency before unknown. 
 
 5 'Till then by blinded passions led, 
 
 In search of fancy's good we range ; 
 The paths of disappointment tread, 
 To nothing fix'd, but love of change. 
 
 3 But when the Holy Ghost imparts 
 
 A knowledge of the Saviour's love ; 
 
 Our wand'ring, weary, restless hearts. 
 
 Are fix' d at once, no more to move. 
 
 4 By love's pure light, we soon perceive 
 
 Our noblest bliss and proper end ; 
 And gladly every idol leave, 
 
 To love and Serve our Lord and friend. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 129 
 
 5 Thus borne along by faith and hope, 
 We feel the Saviour's words are true.; 
 " And I, if I be lifted up 
 
 Will draw the sinner upward too.'- 
 
 129a 7s. Rippon's Selection, 
 Lonsr sufferings or patience of God. 
 
 1 LORD, and am I yet alive, 
 
 Not in torments, not in hell ! 
 Still doth thy good spirit strive! 
 With the chief of sinners dwell ! 
 
 2 Yes, I still lift up mine eyes, 
 
 Will not of thy love despair ; 
 Still in spite of sin I rise, 
 Still I bow to thee in prayer. 
 
 3 O the length and breadth of love! 
 
 Jesus, Saviour, can it be ? 
 
 All thy mercies' height I prove? 
 
 All the depth is seen in me. 
 
 4 See a bush that burns with fire, 
 
 Unconsum'd amid the flame ! 
 Turn aside the sight t' admire*. 
 I the living wonder am. 
 
 5 See a stone that hangs in air ! 
 
 See a spark in ocean live ! 
 Kept alive with death so near, 
 I to God the glory give. 
 
130 AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 
 130. C. M. Newton. 
 
 The Lord is my portion. Lam. iii. £4. 
 
 1 FROM pole to pole let others roam. 
 And search in vain for bliss m y 
 My soul is satisfied at home, 
 The Lord my portion is. 
 
 -> 
 
 Jesus, who on his glorious throne 
 Rules heav'n, and earth and sea : 
 
 Is pleas'd to claim me for his own, 
 And give himself to me. 
 
 3 His person fixes all my love, 
 
 His blood removes my fear; 
 And while he pleads for me above, 
 His arm preserves me here. 
 
 4 His word of promise is my food, 
 
 His spirit is my guide ; 
 Thus daily is my strength renewed, 
 And all my wants supply'd. 
 
 5 For him I count as gain each loss, 
 
 Disgrace for him, renown ; 
 Well may I glory in his cross. 
 While he prepares my crown. 
 
 6 Let worldlings then indulge their boast 
 
 How much they gain or spend; 
 Their joys must soon give up the ghost, 
 But mine will know no end. 
 
HYMN BOOK. J 31, 132 
 
 131. L. M. Miss Harrison. 
 Look unto me, and be ye saved. Is. xlv. %% t 
 
 1 LOOK unto me, the Saviour cries, 
 
 Behold in me your help is found ; 
 Look sinners ! look with steadfast eye>, 
 I have a balm for every wound. 
 
 2 Look unto me, and me alone, 
 
 Look now, while I inviting stand, 
 Your advocate before the throne. 
 With life eternal in my hand. 
 
 3 To me your sin-sick souls resign, 
 
 I'll save them from the lowest hell, 
 AH power in heaven and earth is mine, 
 And in my presence they shall dwell. 
 
 4 Ye mourning souls that fear my name, 
 
 I've heard your groans, I've seen your 
 tears ; 
 Look up to me ! I bore your shame, 
 And I forbid your gloomy fears. 
 
 5 Look, saints ! look sinners ! and adore ; 
 
 I am your Prophet, Priest and King ; 
 Look, and be joyful evermore ; 
 Look, and complete salvation sing. 
 
 132. C. M. Newton. 
 Looking at the cross. 
 1 IN evil long I took delight, 
 Unaw'd by shame or fear ; 
 Tijl a new object struck my sight, 
 And stopp'd my wild career. 
 
132 AMERICAN SEAMAN ? S 
 
 2 I saw one hanging on a tree, 
 
 In agonies and blood; 
 Who fix'd his languid eyes on me, 
 As near his cross I stood. 
 
 3 Sure, never to my latest breath, 
 
 Can I forget that look ; 
 It seem'd to charge me with his death. 
 Though not a word he spoke. 
 
 4 My conscience felt, and own'd the guilt. 
 
 And plung'd me in despair ; 
 
 I saw my sins his blood had spilt, 
 
 And help'd to nail him there. 
 
 5 Alas ! I knew not what I did, 
 
 But now my tears are vain ; 
 Where shall my trembling soul be hid r 
 For I the Lord have slain. 
 
 6 A second look he gave, which said, 
 
 " I freely all forgive : 
 This blood is for thy ransom paid : 
 I die, that thou may'st live." 
 
 7 Thus while his death my sin display-. 
 
 In all its blackest hue, 
 (Such is the mystery of grace) 
 It seals my pardon too ! 
 
HYMN BOOK. 133, 131- 
 
 133. L. M. E . 
 
 Longing to be with Christ. 
 
 1 O HEAR, thou friend of sinners ! hear 
 
 The humble breathings of my mind ; 
 Give me to know that thou art near, 
 And let me prove that thou art kind. 
 
 2 O may I taste of Jesus' love, 
 
 And feel the heav'nly flame within, 
 Drawing this grov'ling heart above, 
 From scenes of sorrow, death and sin. 
 
 3 Fain would I live on joy divine, 
 
 And feast my soul on gospel fare ; 
 But this unfaithful heart of mine, 
 
 Draws me to earth and keeps me there. 
 
 4 O kind Redeemer, haste the hour 
 
 That 1 have often long'd to see ; 
 When sin shall lose its galling pow'r, 
 And death shall waft my soul to thee. 
 
 5 Bid the brisk wheel but brisker roll. 
 
 That turns revolving seasons round 
 Then should I sooner reach the goal 
 Where joys, immortal joys, are found* 
 
 134. C. M. Steele. 
 Pardoning love, Jer. iii. £2. Hos. xiv. t. 
 
 1 HOW oft, alas ! this wretched heart 
 Has wander'd from the Lord ; 
 How oft my roving thoughts deparf . 
 PorerGtfiil of his worn ! 
 
135 AMERICAN SEAMAN 'g 
 
 2 Yet, sov'reign mercy calls, " Return." 
 
 Dear Lord, and may I come ! 
 My vile ingratitude I mourn; 
 O take the wanderer home. 
 
 3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive. 
 
 And bid my crimes remove ? 
 And shall a pardon'd rebel live 
 To speak thy wond'rous love ? 
 
 4 Almighty grace, thy healing power 
 
 How glorious, how divine ! 
 That can to life and bliss restore 
 So vile a heart as mine. 
 
 5 Thy pardoning love, so free so sweet, 
 
 Dear Saviour, I adore ; 
 O keep me at thy sacred feet, 
 And let me rove no more. 
 
 135« L. M. I). Turner. 
 Thou shalt love the Lord thy God, SfC. Deut. vi. c o. 
 
 1 YES, I will love thee, blessed God ! 
 
 Paternal goodness marks thy name ! 
 Thy praises, through thy high abode, 
 The heavenly hosts with joy proclaim. 
 
 2 Freely thou gav'st thy dearest Son 
 
 For man to suffer, bleed and die ; 
 And bid'st me, as a wretch undone. 
 For all I want on him rely. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 136 
 
 3 111 liim, thy reconciled face, 
 With joy unspeakable I see; 
 And feel thy powerful, wond'rous grace 
 Draw, and unite my soul to thee. 
 
 A Whene'er my foolish wandering heart. 
 Attracted by a creature's power, 
 Would from this blissful centre start, 
 Lord, fix it there to stray no more L 
 
 136. i4Stlu 
 
 The Heavenly Mariner. 
 
 1 THROUGH tribulations deep 
 
 The way to glory is ; 
 This stormy course I keep 
 On these tempestuous seas : 
 By winds and waves I'm tost and driven, 
 Freighted with grace and bound for heaven* 
 
 2 W T hen I in my distress, 
 
 My anchor hope can cast, 
 Within the promises, 
 
 It holds my vessel fast: 
 Safely she then at anchor rides, 
 'Midst stormy blasts and swelling tides, 
 
 3 If a dead calm ensues, 
 
 And heaven no breezes give, 
 The oar of prayer I use, 
 
 And tug, and toil, and strive ; 
 Through storms and calms for many a day, 
 I make but very little way. 
 
J 36 AMERICAN SEAMAN".- 
 
 4 But when a heavenly breeze 
 
 Springs up and fills my sail, 
 My vessel goes with ease, 
 
 Before the pleasant gale, 
 And runs as much an hour or more. 
 As in a month or two before. 
 
 5 Then at the time of noon, 
 
 My quadrant, faith, I take. 
 To view my Christ, my Sun ! 
 
 If he the cloud should break. 
 Vm happy when his face I see, 
 I know then whereabout I be* 
 
 6 The Bible is my chart, 
 
 By it the seas I know ; 
 I cannot with it part, 
 
 It rocks and sands doth show. 
 It is a chart and compass too, 
 Whose needle points for ever true. 
 
 7 I keep away from pride, 
 
 Those rocks I pass with care ; 
 And studiously avoid 
 
 The whirlpool of despair. 
 Presumption's quicksands too I shun, 
 Near them I do not choose to run. 
 
 8 My vessel would be lost, 
 
 In spite of all my care, 
 But that the Holy Ghost 
 
 Himself vouchsafes to steer. 
 And I through all the voyage will 
 Depend upon my steersman's skill. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 137 
 
 9 E'er I can reach heaven's coast, 
 I must a gulf pass through, 
 Which dreadful proves to most, 
 For all this passage go. 
 But all death's waves can't me o'crwhelm. 
 If God himself is at my helm. 
 
 3 When through this gulf I get, 
 Though rough it is but short ; 
 The pilot angels meet, 
 And bring me into port: 
 And when I land on that blest shore, 
 I shall be safe for evermore. 
 
 13^« C. M. Psalm 107. Watts, 
 
 The Mariner's Psalm. 
 
 I THY works of glory, mighty Lord. 
 Thy wonders in the deeps, 
 The sons of courage shall record, 
 Who sail in floating ships. 
 
 1 At thy command the winds arise, 
 And swell the tow' ring waves ; 
 The men astonish'd mount the skies, 
 And sink in gaping graves. 
 
 3 Then to the Lord they raise their cries, 
 He hears the loud request, 
 And orders silence through the skies. 
 And lavs the floods to rest. 
 
138 AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 
 4 Sailors rejoice to lose their fears. 
 
 And see the storm allay'd : 
 Now to their eyes the port appears ; 
 There let their vows be paid. 
 
 5 'Tis God that brings them safe to land; 
 
 Let stupid mortals know, 
 That waves are under his command, 
 And all the winds that blow. 
 
 O that the sons of men w r ould praise 
 
 The goodness of the Lord ! 
 And those that see thy wondrous ways., 
 Thy wond'rous love record. 
 
 138. C. M. Addison. 
 The Traveller s Psalm. 
 
 1 HOW are thy servants bless'd, O Lord, 
 
 How sure is their defence ; 
 Eternal wisdom is their guide, 
 Their help Omnipotence. 
 
 2 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 hcnr. 
 Nor impotent to save. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 139 
 
 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 danger, fears and death, 
 
 Thy goodness we'll adore ; 
 We'll praise thee for thy mercies past ? 
 And humbly hope for more. 
 
 ti Our life, while thou preserv'st that life, 
 Thy sacrifice shall be ; 
 And death, when death shall be our lot. 
 Shall join our souls to thee. 
 
 139. L. M. Z- — ■-. 
 
 • Meditation at sea. 
 
 1 WHEN from the bosom of the deep, 
 
 My thoughts o'er Jesus' sorrows rove, 
 I view the blood-stain'd cross and weep, 
 Till all my soul's dissolv'd in love. 
 
 2 What tho' rude storms have rent my bark. 
 
 And billows after billows roll'd, 
 No waves e'er dash'd across the ark, 
 Were half so vast, so wild, so bold. 
 
 3 I hear my Jesus' sinking cry, 
 
 " Lord save, O save, thy Son implores," 
 I see his dreadful agony, 
 
 While heaven its mighty vengeance jjoiits 
 M 
 
140 AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 
 4 The storm is o'er, the tempest dies, 
 Eternal calms shall now prevail ; 
 To heaven I see my Saviour rise, 
 
 And spread for Heaven my soul's best sail. 
 
 140* 10. 11. Smith's Coll. 
 Meeting a countryman from home. 
 
 1 IN lands strange and distant, how sweetly the 
 
 sound, 
 Of the tongue of a countryman falls on the ear ; 
 It reminds us of home, of the land where we're 
 
 bound, 
 Of the friends we have there, and our kindred 
 
 so dear. 
 
 2 It is thus with the Christian, when passing 
 
 along 
 This world, to the home of his Father, on high : 
 Some brother he finds, in the midst of the 
 
 throng, 
 With the accent of heaven, the tongue of the 
 
 sky. 
 
 3 How delightfully heart answers heart, as they 
 
 meet, 
 How refreshing to each is the sound of the 
 
 voice, 
 How cheering the thought, the communion how 
 
 sweet, 
 How the passions grow warm, and the spirit's 
 
 rejoice. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 141 
 
 4 The communion of saints brightens many a 
 
 day, 
 Enlivens the faith that was drooping and low, 
 Stirs up the remembrance of God on our way. 
 And bids all the sweetest affections to glow. 
 
 141. L. M. Newton. 
 A welcome to Christian friends. 
 
 1 KINDRED in Christ, for his dear sake. 
 
 A hearty welcome here receive ; 
 May we together now partake 
 The joj's which only he can give. 
 
 2 To you and us by grace 'tis given 
 
 To know the Saviour's precious name : 
 And shortly we shall meet in heav'n, 
 Our hope, our way, our end the same. 
 
 >) May he, by whose kind care we meet, 
 Send his good Spirit from above, 
 Make our communications sweet, 
 
 And cause our hearts to burn with love. 
 
 \ Forgotten be each worldly theme, 
 
 When Christians see each other thus : 
 We only wish to speak of him 
 
 "Who lived, and died, and reigns for us 
 
 We'll talk of all he did and said, 
 And suffer'd for us here below ; 
 
 The path he mark'd for us to tread. 
 And what lie's doing for us now, 
 
142 AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 
 6 Thus, as the moments pass away 
 
 We'll love, and wonder, and adore ; 
 And hasten on the glorious day, 
 
 When we shall meet to part no more. 
 
 142. L. M. Scott. 
 Meekness, opposed to pride. 
 
 1 MARK, when tempestuous winds arise, 
 
 The wild confusion and uproar, 
 All ocean mixing with the skies, 
 
 And wrecks are dash'd upon the shore. 
 
 2 Not less confusion racks the mind, 
 
 When, by the whirl of passion toss'd, 
 Calm reason is to rage resign'd, 
 And peace in angry tumult lost. 
 
 3 O self-tormenting child of pride, 
 
 Anger, bred up in hate and strife ; 
 Ten thousand ills, by thee supplied. 
 Mingle the bitter cup of life. 
 
 4 Happy the meek, whose gentle breast, 
 
 Clear as the summer's evening ray, 
 Calm as the regions of the bless'd, 
 Enjoy on earth celestial day. 
 
 5 O may a temper, meek and mild, 
 
 With gentle sway our souls possess; 
 Passion and pride be thence exil'd, 
 And to be bless'd, still may we bless ! 
 
HYMJN BOOK. 143, 144 
 
 143. L. M. z— _. 
 Singing in the middle watch. 
 
 •• At midnight I will give thanks to thee." Ps. cxix. 6^. 
 
 1 YES, Lord, my grateful voice Til raise, 
 
 At midnight, to my watch at sea, 
 The floods shall hear me sing thy praise, 
 And tell what grace has done for me. 
 
 2 The moon and stars, and fish shall hear, 
 
 Millions shall catch the grateful sound, 
 And waves shall o'er the ocean bear 
 
 My 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. 
 
 144. C. M. Newton. 
 On an eclipse of the Moon, 
 
 1 THE moon in silver glory shone, 
 
 And not a cloud in sight, 
 When suddenly a shade begun. 
 To intercept her light. 
 
 2 How fast across her orb it spread, 
 
 How fast her light withdrew ; 
 A circle ting'd with languid red. 
 Was all appear' d in view. 
 M 
 
145 AMERICAN SEAMAIDS 
 
 3 While many, with unmeaning eye. 
 
 Gaze on thy works in vain ! 
 Assist me, Lord, that I may try 
 Instruction to obtain. 
 
 4 Fain would my thankful heart and lips 
 
 Unite in praise to thee ; 
 And meditate on thy eclipse, 
 In sad Gethsemane. 
 
 5 Thy people's guilt — a heavy load : 
 
 (When standing in their room,) 
 
 DeprivM thee of the light of God, 
 
 And fill'd thy soul with gloom. 
 
 6 Dark, like the moon without the sum 
 
 I mourn thy absence, Lord ! 
 
 For light or comfort I have none, 
 
 But what thy beams afford. 
 
 7 But lo ! the hour draws near apace,. 
 
 When changes shall be o'er ; 
 Then shall I see thee face to face, 
 And be eclips'd no more. 
 
 145. C. M. Newton. 
 Moonlight. 
 
 1 THE moon has but aborrow'd light, 
 A faint and feeble ray ; 
 She owes her beauty to the night. 
 And hides herself by day. 
 
hymn book:. 146 
 
 Z No cheering warmth her beam conveys, 
 Tho' pleasing to behold ; 
 We might upon her brightness gaze, 
 'Till we were starv'd with cold. 
 
 3 Just such is all the light to man. 
 
 Which reason can impart, 
 It cannot show one object plain, 
 Nor warm their frozen heart. 
 
 4 Thus moonlight views of truth divine, 
 
 To many fatal prove ; 
 For what avail is gifts to shine, 
 Without a spark of love ! 
 
 5 The gospel, like the sun at noon, 
 
 Affords a glorious light : 
 Then fallen reason's boasted moon 
 Appears no longer bright. 
 
 6 And grace, not light alone bestows. 
 
 But adds a quickening pow'r ; 
 The desert blossoms like the rose, 
 And sin prevails no more. 
 
 !L£S a L. Mi Rippon's Selection. 
 
 Casting the Gospel ntt. Luke v. 5. John xxi. 6. 
 
 1 NOW, while the gospel net is cast, 
 Do thou. O Lord, the effort own ; 
 From num'rous disappointments past. 
 < .h us to hope in thee alone. 
 
147 AMERICAN SEAMAN^ 
 
 2 May this be a much favoured hour, 
 
 To souls in Satan's bondage led ; 
 O clothe the word with sovereign powV, 
 To break the rocks and raise the dead! 
 
 3 To mourners speak a cheering word, 
 
 On seeking souls vouchsafe to shine : 
 Let poor backsliders be restor'd, 
 And all thy saints in praises join. 
 
 147. 10. 11. G. B . Altered. 
 
 I mil make you fishers of men. Math. it. 19. 
 
 1 THIS world is a sea, which never can rest ; 
 Where tempests and storms, and dangers mo- 
 lest ; 
 
 Where many poor sailors arc dash'd on the 
 
 shore, 
 And multitudes perish to rise never more. 
 
 2 The church is a ship, distressed and tost ; 
 But guided by Christ can never be lost ; 
 
 The tempest may threaten, and horribly roar. 
 But Christ has insur'cl her to heaven's blest 
 shore. 
 
 3 The gospel's a net constructed above: 
 Of justice compos'd, and mercy and love 
 Thus perfectly fitted, by glorious grace, 
 To accomplish his will in saving our race. 
 
 4 The servants of Christ are fishers of men: 
 They let down the net again and again : 
 
HY&N BOOK. 148, 149 
 
 By preaching the gospel we sinners are caught, 
 And, led by the spirit, to Jesus are brought. 
 
 5 Then let us unite His praise to proclaim ; 
 Salvation ascribe to Jesus' dear name ; 
 (Who saves by the Gospel poor perishing men,) 
 All glory to Jesus ! Amen and Amen. 
 
 248. C. iM. Hoskins. Altered. 
 
 Ye must be born again, John iii. 7. 
 
 1 SEAMEN, this solemn truth regard ! 
 
 Hear, all ye sons of men; 
 For Christ, the Saviour, hath declard, 
 " Ye must be born again.' 5 
 
 2 What'er may be your birth or blood, 
 
 The sinner's boast is vain ; 
 Thus saith the glorious Son of God, 
 " Ye must be bom again." 
 
 3 Our nature's totally deprav'd, 
 
 The heart a sink of sin, 
 Without a change we can't be sav- d : 
 " Ye must be born again." 
 
 149. C. M. Collier's Coif. 
 
 Renewing Grace. 
 
 1 HOW helpless guilty nature lies, 
 Unconscious of its load ! 
 The heart, unchang'd, can never rise 
 To happiness and God. 
 
J 50 AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 
 2 Can aught beneath a power divine, 
 
 The stubborn will subdue ? 
 "Tis thine, eternal Spirit, thine. 
 To form the heart anew. 
 
 3 'Tis thine the passions to recall. 
 
 And upwards bid them rise; 
 And make the scales of error fall 
 From reason's darken'd eyes. 
 
 4 To chase the shades of death away, 
 
 And bid the sinner live ; 
 A beam of heaven, a vital ray, 
 5 Tis thine alone to give. 
 
 5 O change these wretched hearts of ours, 
 
 And give them life divine ! 
 Then shall our passions and our pow'rs. 
 Almighty Lord, be thine. 
 
 150. L. M. C. M . 
 
 Desiring the neiv birth, an effusion of the heart. 
 
 1 OH God, create my heart anew. 
 
 Bid unbelief and fear depart : 
 Let holy, sanctifying dew, 
 
 Descend and cleanse my longing heart. 
 
 2 Father, I wait thy will to prove. 
 
 Thy sanctifying pow'r to see ; 
 To triumph in thy perfect love, 
 And all my powers devote to thee* 
 
HYMN BOOK. 15 J 
 
 . i Oh let me hear thy cheering voice, 
 
 Pronounce me, Saviour, wholly thine : 
 Then in thy strength will I rejoice, 
 And all my soul to thee resign. 
 
 4 By Jesus' last expiring groan, 
 
 Who suffered, bled and died for me. 
 Oh ! take away my heart of stone, 
 And let me find my all in thee. 
 
 5 Thou wilt — I feel the quick'ning pow'r. 
 
 Thine everlasting love is mine, 
 Thou art my life, my strength, my towY. 
 And I my God am wholly thine, 
 
 151. & J\I. Bait. Coll. 
 At parting. 
 
 1 LORD ! when together here we meet. 
 
 And taste thy heavenly grace, 
 Thy smiles are so divinely sweet, 
 We're loth to leave the place. 
 
 2 Yet, Father, since it is thy will, 
 
 That we must part again, 
 O let thy gracious presence still 
 With every one remain. 
 
 3 Thus let us all in Christ be one, 
 
 Bound with the cords of love, 
 Till we, around thy glorious throne. 
 Shall joyous meet above. 
 
152 AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 
 1 There sin and sorrow from each heart, 
 Shall then for ever fly, 
 And not one thought that we shall part. 
 Once intercept our joy. 
 
 5 There void of all distracting pains. 
 
 Our spirits ne'er shall tire ; 
 But in seraphic heav'nly strains, 
 Redeeming love admire. 
 
 6 And thus, through all eternity, 
 
 Upon the heavenly shore. 
 The great mysterious One in Three, 
 Jehovah, we'll adore. 
 
 152. C. M. New Sclec. 
 Parting. 
 
 1 FROM the dear flock of Jesus' saints, 
 
 How painful 'tis to go ! 
 But such must be our sad complaints, 
 While trav'ling here below. 
 
 2 If parting now so grieves each heart, 
 
 That's knit to Zion's head, 
 Then surely Jesus ne'er will part 
 With those for whom he bled. 
 
 3 True must his word forever stand; 
 
 Then — he'll ne'er leave his sheep y 
 But in the hollow of his hand, 
 Their sOuls securely keep. 
 
m\MN book. 153 
 
 A He'll train them up, through grace divine, 
 A kingdom to possess ; 
 There shall their souls for ever shine: 
 In perfect love, and peace. 
 
 5 What a delightful company, 
 
 Shall meet on Canaan's shore ! 
 Oh ! what a meeting that will be. 
 When parting is no more ! 
 
 6 Then round the shining throne above. 
 
 We'll sing in cheerful strains ; 
 Sound the Redeemer's dying love. 
 O'er all the heav'nly plains. 
 
 153. C M. Steele. 
 Pearl of great price. Matth. xiii. 46. 
 
 1 YE glittering toys of earth adieu ! 
 
 A nobler choice be mine; 
 A real prize attracts my view. 
 A treasure all divine. 
 
 2 Begone, unworthy of my care, 
 
 Ye specious baits of sense ; 
 Inestimable worth appears, 
 The pearl of price immense ! 
 
 I Jesus* to multitudes unknown. 
 O name divinely sweet ! 
 Jesus, in thee, in thee alone. 
 Wealth, honour, pleasure meet. 
 \ 
 
154 AMERICAS SEAMAN - 
 
 4 Should both the Indies at my call, 
 
 Their boasted stores resign ; 
 With joy I would renounce them al3 r 
 For leave to call thee mine. 
 
 5 Should earth's vain treasures all depart. 
 
 Of this dear gift possess'd, 
 Fd clasp it to my joyful heart, 
 And be for ever bless'd, 
 
 6 pear sovereign of my soul's desires* 
 
 Thy love is bliss divine ; 
 Accept the wish that love inspires* 
 And bid me call thee mine, 
 
 154. L. M. Ap. KipporTs Selec 
 
 The penitent, 
 
 v PITY a helpless sinner, Lord, 
 
 Who would believe thy gracious word ; 
 But owns his heart, with shame and griet 
 Amass of sin and unbelief. 
 
 2 Lord, in thy house I read there's room ; 
 And vent'ring hard, behold I come: 
 But can there, tell me, can there be. 
 Amongst thy children, room for mt-? 
 
 3 For sinners, Lord, thou cam'st to bleed 
 And I'm a sinner vile indeed ! 
 
 Lord, I believe thy grace is free ; 
 Oj magnify that grace in me 
 
1IOIN BOOK, ibh 
 
 155. C M. New Sake. 
 
 "Lord, remember me." 
 
 . JESUS, thou art the sinner's friend, 
 As such I look to thee ; 
 Now in the bowels of thy love. 7 
 
 Lord remember me. 
 
 2 Remember thy pure word of grace; , 
 Remember Calvary ; 
 Remember all thy dying groan.?. 
 And then remember me. 
 
 o Thou wondrous advocate with Gqcl 
 
 1 yield myself to thee, 
 
 While thou art sitting on thy throne. 
 Dear Lord, remember me. 
 
 4 I own I'm guilty, own I'm vile. 
 
 Yet thy salvation's free ; 
 Then in thy all abounding grace 
 Dear Lord, remember me. 
 
 5 Howe'er forsaken or distress 
 
 Howe'er opprest I be, 
 Howe'er afflicted here on earth, 
 Do thou remember me. 
 
 6 And when I close my eyes in death. 
 
 And creature-helps all flee, 
 Then, O my dear Redeemer, God, 
 I prav remember me. 
 
156,157 AMERICAN S&AlVrAIN 9 
 
 156, C. M. Dr. S. StenneU 
 
 The penitent. 
 
 1 PROSTRATE, dear Jesus! at thy ieet 
 
 A guilty rebel lies ; 
 And upwards to the mercy-seat, 
 Presumes to lift his eyes. 
 
 2 Oh, let not justice frown me hence: 
 
 Stay, stay the vengeful storm : 
 Forbid it that Omnipotence 
 Should crush a feeble worm ! 
 
 3 If tears of sorrow would suffice 
 
 To pay the debt I owe, 
 Tears should from both my weeping eyes, 
 In ceaseless torrents flow. 
 
 4 But no such sacrifice I plead, 
 
 To expiate my guilt; 
 No tears but those which thou hast shed — 
 No blood but thou hast spilt. 
 
 5 Think of thy sorrows, dearest Lord ! 
 
 And all my sins forgive : 
 Justice will well approve the word 
 That bids the sinner live. 
 
 157. C. M. Steele. 
 Penitence and Hope. 
 
 I I)EAR Saviour! when my thoughts recall 
 The wonders of thy grace, 
 I <ow at thy feet asham'd I fall. 
 And hide this wretched face. 
 
HYMiN BOOK-. Lbti 
 
 2 bhall love like thine be thus repaid: 
 
 Ah, vile ungrateful heart! 
 By earth's low cares detaiird — -betray" d 
 From Jesus to depart — 
 
 3 From Jesus — who alone can give 
 
 True pleasure, peace and rest : 
 When absent from my Lord, I live 
 Unsatisfy'd, unblest. 
 
 4 But he for his own mercy ? s sake; 
 
 My wandering soul restores ; 
 He bids the mourning heart partake 
 The pardon it implores. 
 
 5 Oh, while I breathe to thee, my I. 
 
 The penitential sigh, 
 Confirm the kind forgiving word. 
 With pity in thine eye! 
 
 i Then shall the mourner, at thy feet 
 Rejoice to seek thy face : 
 And grateful own how kind, how sweet, 
 Thy condescending grace. 
 
 158. C. M. Newton. 
 Perseverance. Phil. i. 0. 
 
 I REJOICE, believer in the Lord, 
 Who makes your cause his own; 
 The hope that's built upon hjs w 
 Can ne 7 er bo overthrown. 
 
U>9 American seaman's 
 
 2 Though many foes beset your road, 
 
 And feeble is your arm ; 
 Your life is hid with Christ in God, 
 Beyond the reach of harm. 
 
 3 Weak as you are, you shall not faint, 
 
 Or fainting, shall not die ; 
 
 Jesus, the strength of every saint 
 
 Will aid you from on high. 
 
 4 Though sometimes unperceiv'd by sense* 
 
 Faith sees him always near ; 
 A guide, a glory, a defence, 
 Then what have you to fear? 
 
 5 As surely as he overcame, 
 
 And triumph'd once for you : 
 So surely, you that love his name. 
 Shall triumph in him too. 
 
 159. C. M. Dr. S. Stennet. 
 
 Pleading with God under affliction. 
 
 1 WHY should a living man complain 
 Of deep distress within, 
 Since every sigh, and every pain. 
 Is but the fruit of sin ? 
 
 J No, Lord, I'll patiently submit, 
 Nor ever dare rebel ; 
 Yet sure I may, here at thy fe'et. 
 My painful feeling? teJJ. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 160 
 
 J Thou see'st what floods of sorrow rise. 
 And beat upon my soul : 
 One trouble to another cries, 
 Billows on billows roll, 
 
 4 From fear to hope, and hope to fear, 
 
 My shipwreck'd soul is tost : 
 Till I am tempted in despair 
 To give up all for lost. 
 
 5 Yet through the stormy clouds I'll look 
 
 Once more to thee, my God ; 
 O fix my feet upon a rock, 
 Beyond the gaping flood. 
 
 6 One look of mercy from thy face. 
 
 Will set my heart at ease; 
 One all-commanding word of grace 
 Will make the tempest cease. 
 
 X60. L. M. Rippoirs Selection. 
 
 The pool of Bethesda. John v. 2 — i. 
 
 l HOW long, thou faithful God, shall I 
 Here in thy ways forgotten lie? 
 \S) hen shall the means of healing be 
 The channels of thy grace to me ? 
 
 1 Sinners on ev'ry side step in, 
 And wash away their pain and sin : 
 But I, a helpless sin-sick soul. 
 Still lie expiring at the pool. 
 
i 61 AMERICAN SEAMAN^ 
 
 3 Thou covenant angel, swift come down. 
 To-day thine own appointments crown : 
 Thy pow'r into the means infuse, 
 
 And give them now their sacred use. 
 
 4 Thou see'st me lying at the pool, 
 
 I would, thou know'st I would, be whole ; 
 Oh, let the troubled waters move, 
 And minister thy healing love. 
 
 3.61. C. M. New Selec, 
 My portion is abov.e. 
 
 1 FAREWELL, vain world, to earth adieu, 
 
 Your glories I despise ; 
 Your friendship I no more pursue, 
 Your flatt'ries are but lies. 
 
 2 You promise happiness in vain. 
 
 Nor can you satisfy; 
 Your highest pleasures turn to pain, 
 And all your treasures die. 
 
 3 Had I the Tndies, East and West, 
 
 And riches of the sea, 
 Without my God I could not rest. 
 For he is all to me* 
 
 4 Then let my soul rise far above,, 
 
 By faith I'll take my wing 
 To the eternal realms of love, 
 Where saints a;id angels sine 
 
HYMN BOOK* 162 
 
 5" There love and joy that will not waste, 
 There treasures that endure ; 
 There pleasures that will always last. 
 Abound for ever more. 
 
 1S2. s. r. i. 
 
 of Rippon's Selection paraphrased by T. II. G 
 Prayer for guidance and protection. 
 
 1 GUIDE us, O ! thou great Jehovah, 
 
 Wanderers on the mighty deep ; 
 From the storm and raging tempest, 
 
 Deign our floating bark to keep ; 
 Lord of Heaven ! 
 Bid the breeze propitious blow. 
 
 2 Be our safeguard thro' the night-watch. 
 
 And our guardian all the day, 
 To our destin'd port in safety, 
 
 Give us swift and gladsome way ; 
 Strong Deliv'rer ! 
 Be thou still our strength and shield. 
 
 3 \nd when life's short voyage is over. 
 
 In the haven of the blest, 
 May we, guided by thy Spirit, 
 
 Find an everlasting rest; 
 Father, hear us ! 
 Far the great Redeemer's sake. 
 
103,164 AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 
 1@3. S. M. New Selec. 
 Exhortation to prayer. 
 
 1 COME, all who love to pray, 
 
 On Jesus cast vour care : 
 And ev'ry praying soul shall Had 
 He loves to answer pray'r. 
 
 2 See how he looks, and smiles, 
 
 From yonder shining throne ; 
 Pleas'd, he attends your ev'ry pray'r, 
 And sends rich blessings down ! 
 
 3 Ye hung'ring, thirsting souls, 
 
 O pray, and never faint ; 
 Fresh scenes of love our Lord display: 
 To ev'ry praying saint. 
 
 4 And whither should we go, 
 
 But to a throne of grace? 
 For there we prove celestial joys-. 
 And find substantial peace. 
 
 8 Lord, from thy throne behold 
 Thy saints assembled here, 
 Whose hearts ascend with warm desire 
 To feel thy presence near. 
 
 !©&■ 7s. Rippon ? s Se!< 
 A blessing humbly requested. 
 
 I LORD, we come before thee now. 
 At thy feet we humbly bow ; 
 O ! do not our suit disdain ; 
 Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain 
 
HYMN BOOK. lOTi 
 
 2 In thy own appointed way, 
 Now we seek thee, here we stay ; 
 Lord, from hence we would not go. 
 Till a blessing thou bestow. 
 
 3 Send some message from thy word. 
 That mayjoy and peace afford ; 
 Let thy spirit now impart 
 
 Full salvation to each heart, 
 
 4 Grant that all may seek and find 
 Thee a God supremely kind ; 
 Heal the sick, the captive free : 
 Let us all rejoice in thee. 
 
 105. L. 3VL J. E -. 
 
 For a pray tr meeting. 
 
 1 WITH contrite hearts, before thy throne. 
 
 Great Godofheav'n and earth, we bow ; 
 O make thy loving kindness known 
 To ev'r} ; w r aiting sinner now 7 . 
 
 2 Descend, and fill each waiting heart 
 
 With cheerful hope, and heav'nlyjoy ; 
 And may thy Spirit now impart 
 
 That peace which Satan can't destroy, 
 
 3 Help us to tell each rising grief, 
 
 To pour our num'rous wants abroad. 
 To mourn that stubborn unbelief 
 Which doubts the mercy of a God 
 
1 66 AMERICAN SEAMAN^ 
 
 4 Dost thou not hear the sinner's pray'r 
 Are not thy tender mercies free f 
 Then why should I indulge despair ? 
 Why not salvation, then, for me ? 
 
 5 O cleanse my soul from ev'ry sin, 
 Make me to love thy sacred word. 
 That in thy strength I may begin 
 To yield obedience to the Lord. 
 
 2@S a C M. J. E , 
 
 Before prayer. 
 
 1 WITH trembling steps before thy throne. 
 
 Dread sov'reign ! we appear, 
 To make our exigencies known ; 
 O lend a gracious ear ! 
 
 2 Bow down the heav'n's, Almighty God ! 
 
 And listen while we pray : 
 Dispense thy sacred love abroad, 
 And drive our doubts away. 
 
 3 We often ask, yet don't receive, 
 
 Because we ask amiss ; 
 But now, dear Lord! we would believe, 
 
 And trust thy word of grace. 
 
 1 How ignorant, alas ! and blind. 
 In all we think or say : 
 The darkness chase from every mind. 
 And teach us how to nmv. 
 
HYMN BOOK, lti7 
 
 5 Depending on thy promised word, 
 
 We meet while here below ; 
 Be present with us, dearest Lord ! 
 And bless us ere we go. 
 
 6 Remove each cause of slavish fear. 
 
 Let hope succeed despair : 
 Then shall we know that thou art near. 
 To hear and answer pray'r. 
 
 16^. C. M. H_. 
 
 At the opening of a meeting. 
 
 1 WITHIN these doors assembled now. 
 
 We wait thy blessing, Lord ; 
 Appear within the midst, we pray, 
 According to thy word. 
 
 2 May some sweet promise be applyM. 
 
 When we attempt to read : 
 For this alone can give support 
 In all our times of need. 
 
 3 O breathe upon our lifeless sou]-. 
 
 And raise our drooping hearts ; 
 That we may see thy smiling face, 
 Ere we from hence depart. 
 
 I And now, dear Saviour, when we prai 
 Be thou thyself so near, 
 If Satan fright our trembling sapls, 
 Thy mercy may appear. 
 o 
 
i6u AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 
 5 Behold thy lambs, and bear them, Lord, 
 
 Upon thy gracious breast; 
 
 And gently lead inquiring souls 
 
 To view thy promis'd rest. 
 
 6 And now, O blessed Spirit, come, 
 
 We long to see thee move ; 
 O north wind, blow, and breathe, O south. 
 And fill the place with love. 
 
 168 a L. M. Upton. 
 Gratitude for preservation. 
 
 1 'TWAS God preserv'd me by his powY 
 His goodness, O my soul, adore ! 
 Preserv'd by him, to him I raise 
 
 This monument of grateful praise. 
 
 2 Many go out and ne'er return, 
 But leave their families to mourn. 
 The sad irreparable blow, 
 Hasty, and vast, and awful too. 
 
 3 Others returned in safety, find, 
 
 Fled from the earth, some lovely mind. 
 Embrace in vain the breathless clay, 
 And wish to grieve themselves away. 
 
 4 Bu't God (his name my soul shall bless) 
 Still crowns my house with life and peac^ ! 
 My life he fills with every good, 
 
 \k\(\ will be known a gracious God. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 169. 170 
 
 6 What can I do but ask his grace, 
 Still to enhance my debt of praise : 
 Jesus, my soul to thee I bring, 
 And long to serve thee while I sing. 
 
 160. L. M. Williams' Coll, 
 Preservation. 
 
 1 RECORD, my soul, thy Maker's powV, 
 
 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 tost. 
 And bless his mercies ever new, 
 
 While thou art saved, and others lost. 
 
 3 Speak to my heart, dear Lord, and say, 
 
 u 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 are fled, 
 Thy soul shall sing of dangers past." 
 
 170. C. M. Fawcett. 
 
 Knowledge at present imperfect, or Providence myster 
 
 ) THY way, O God! is in the sea; 
 Thy paths I cannot trace ; 
 Nor comprehend the mystery 
 Of thy unbounded grace 
 
171 AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 
 2 Here the dark veils of flesh and sense 
 
 My captive soul surround; 
 Mysterious deeps of Providence, 
 My wand'ring thoughts confound.. 
 
 3 When I behold thy awful hand, 
 
 My earthly hopes destroy; 
 In deep astonishment I stand, 
 And ask the reason why ? 
 
 4 As through a glass, I dimly see" 
 
 The wonders of thy love; 
 How little do I know of thee, 
 Or of the joys above ! 
 
 5 >Tis but in part I know thy will ; 
 
 I bless thee for the sight : 
 When will thy love the rest reveal 
 In glory's clearer light? 
 
 G With rapture shall I then survey 
 Thy providence and grace ; 
 And spend an everlasting day, 
 In wonder, love and praise. 
 
 171. C. M. Hartford CdlL 
 Praise to the Redeemer. 
 
 1 OH for a thousand tongues to sing. 
 My dear Redeemer's praise ! 
 The glories of my God and King. 
 The triumphs of his grace ! 
 
HlMiN BOOK. 172 
 
 2 My gracious Master and my Lord, 
 
 Assist me to proclaim, 
 To spread through all the earth abroad 
 The honours of thy name. 
 
 3 Jesus, the name that calms our fears, 
 
 That bids our sorrows cease ; 
 'Tis music in the sinner's ears ; 
 'Tis life and health and peace. 
 
 4 He breaks the power of reigning sin, 
 
 He sets the prisoner free ; 
 His blood can make the foulest clean : 
 His blood avaiPd for me. 
 
 5 Let us obey, we then shall know, 
 
 Shall feel our sins forgiven ; 
 Anticipate our heaven below, 
 And own that love is heaven, 
 
 172. C M. H— . 
 
 Praise for Redemption. 
 
 1 COME, ye redeem'd by Jesus' blood, 
 
 Your grateful songs employ ; 
 He brought your wand'ring souls to God, 
 And turn'd your grief to joy. 
 
 2 Think, ransom'd sinner, what a pricp 
 
 Was paid to set you free i 
 Th' eternal Son was naiPd and dy'd 
 Upon the bloody tree 
 o 5 
 
173 AMKRICAN SEAMA.V.t 
 
 3 Our yielding hearts cannot be cold, 
 
 While viewing such a scene ! 
 E'en nature trembled to behold 
 The sufferings of her King ! 
 
 4 The massy rocks in sunder clave, 
 
 When Jesus clos'd his eyes ; 
 The sleeping saints leap'd from their graves. 
 And darkness spread the skies. 
 
 5 Mysterious grace ! all-conquering love ! 
 
 Too deep for angel's ken ; 
 That he whom seraphs praise above, 
 Should die for guilty men, 
 
 6 Then join, ye ransom'din the song, 
 
 And while ye taste his love, 
 Let every saint the theme prolong, 
 Till call'd to praise above. 
 
 173. C, M. Steele. 
 Wonders of Redemption. 
 
 1 AND did the holy and the just, 
 
 The Sovereign of the skies, 
 Stoop down to wretchedness and dust, 
 That guilty worms might rise f 
 
 2 Yes, the Redeemer left his throne, 
 
 His radiant throne on high, 
 Surprising mercy! love unknown !) 
 To suffer, bleed, and die, 
 
HVM.\ BOOK. Ill 
 
 3 He took the dying traitor's place. 
 
 And sufler'd in his stead; 
 For man, (O miracle of grace!) 
 For man the Saviour bled ! 
 
 4 Dear Lord, what heavenly wonders dweli 
 
 In thy atoning blood ! 
 By this are sinners snatch'd from hell, 
 And rebels brought to God. 
 
 5 Jesus, my soul adoring bends 
 
 To love so full, so free ; 
 And may I hope that love extends 
 Its sacred power to me ! 
 
 6 What glad return can I impart 
 
 For favours so divine ? 
 take my all — this worthless heart. 
 And make it only thine. 
 
 17€. L. M. E. Robbins. 
 Refuge in Christ. 
 
 1 SOVEREIGN of worlds! thy law controls 
 
 The angry waters of the sea ; 
 Boundaries they have, nor can they roll 
 Beyond the sphere assigned by thee. 
 
 2 A sinner vile, with grief oppress'd, 
 
 Crimson'd with guilt, o'erwhelm'd with 
 fear, 
 Low at thy feet, I kneel confest, 
 For my deliverance; Lord, appear. 
 
175 AMERICAN SEAMAN 'rr 
 
 3 I know thy law is just and pure, 
 
 Its curses pierce my soul with \vo, 
 Its awful threats vindictive roar, 
 
 O where, dread Sov'reign, shall I go ■ 
 
 4 " Ho! all that thirst,'' the Saviour cries, 
 
 "Whose sins are of the darkest hue, 
 Bow at my feet, suppress your sighs, 
 I'll be your friend, your Saviour too.'' 
 
 5 O, happy soul, what joys divine, 
 
 Await thee in that fair abode, 
 Where Jesus reigns, where all combine, 
 Shouting high anthems to their God. 
 
 175, L. M. Brewer. 
 Christ a hiding place, or harbour. Is. xxxii. % 
 
 1 AGAINST the God that rules the sky, 
 I fought with hands uplifted high } 
 Despis'd the motion of his grace. 
 
 Too proud to seek a hiding place. 
 
 2 Enwrapp'd in thick Egyptian night, 
 And fond of darkness more than light-, 
 Madly I ran the sinful race, 
 
 Too proud to seek a hiding place. 
 
 3 Ere long a heavenly voice I heard, 
 And mercy's angel form appear'd ; 
 She led me on with steady pace, 
 To Jesus, as my hiding place. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 176 
 
 4 Should storms of seven-fold thunder roll, 
 And shake the globe from pole to pole 5 
 No flaming bolt could daunt my face. 
 For Jesus is my hiding place. 
 
 5 A few more rolling suns at most, 
 Will land me safe on Canaan's coast, 
 Where I shall sing the songs of grace,, 
 And see my glorious hiding place. 
 
 176. C. M. Smith's Coll. 
 Christ a covert from the tempest. Is. xxxiL 2". 
 
 1 WHEN tempests howl and billows rise. 
 
 And ships on rocks are cast, 
 To Christ the trembling sailor flies T 
 A covert from the blast.- 
 
 2 When death's ten thousand doors appear. 
 
 And waves engulf the mast, 
 To Christ alone can sailors steer, 
 A covert from the blast. 
 
 3 The wrath of earth and hell he boit^ 
 
 Till ev'ry storm had past ; 
 Behold he lives to die no more, 
 A covert from the blast. 
 
 A In him let every soul be found, 
 When judgment comes at last, 
 Vnd be his head with glory crowuM. 
 Our covert from the blast. 
 
177, 178 AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 
 3.77a L. M. Anon. Altered. 
 The Believer 's hiding place. Ps. xxxii. 7. 
 
 1 HAIL, sov'reign love, that first began 
 The scheme to rescue fallen man; 
 Hail matchless, free, eternal grace, 
 That gave my soul a hiding place. 
 
 2 Against the God that rules the sky, 
 I fought with hands uplifted high ; 
 Despis'd the proffers of his grace, 
 Too proud to seek a hiding place. 
 
 3 But thus th' eternal council ran, 
 Almighty love, arrest the man ; 
 I felt the billows of distress, 
 
 And found I had no hiding place. 
 
 4 But lo! a heavenly voice I heard, 
 And mercy for my soul appear'd ; 
 It urg'd me at a pleasant rate, 
 
 To Jesus Christ my hiding place. 
 
 5 A few more rolling years at most 
 Will land me safe on Canaan's coast. 
 When I shall sing a song of grace, 
 Safe in my glorious hiding place, 
 
 178 a fs. Rippoivs Selec. 
 
 Tempted — but flying to Christ the refuge 
 
 1 JESUS ! lover of my soul, 
 Let me to thy bosom fly, 
 While the raging billows roll — 
 yVhile the tempest still is nigh ! 
 
HYMN BOOK. 7ol 
 
 Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, 
 Till the storm of life is pasr : 
 Safe into the haven guide ; 
 
 receive my soul at last. 
 
 2 Other refuge have I none, 
 
 Hangs my helpless soul on thee; 
 Leave, ah ! leave me not alone, 
 
 Still support and comfort me : 
 All my trust on thee is stay'd ; 
 
 All my help from thee I bring ; 
 Cover my defenceless head 
 
 With the shadow of thy wing. 
 
 3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want; 
 
 All in all in thee I find ! 
 Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, 
 
 Heal the sick, and lead the blind ! 
 Just and holy is thy name. 
 
 1 am all unrighteousness, 
 Vile and full of sin I am, 
 
 Thou art full of truth and grace. 
 
 4 Plenteous grace with thee is found, 
 
 Grace to pardon all my sins ; 
 Let the healing streams abound : 
 
 Make and keep me pure within; 
 Thou of life the fountain art, 
 
 Freely let me take of thee : 
 Spring thou up within my heart> 
 
 Ri<^ to all eternity. 
 
179 AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 
 179 a C. M. Doddridge. 
 
 All nun commanded to repent. Acts xvii. SO. 
 
 J "REPENT !" the voice celestial cries, 
 Nor longer dare delay : 
 The wretch that scorns the mandate, die?. 
 And meets a fiery day. 
 
 2 No more the sovereign eye of God 
 
 O'erlooks the crimes of men ; 
 His heralds are despatch'd abroad 
 To warn the world of sin. 
 
 3 Together in his presence how, 
 
 And all your guilt confess ; 
 Embrace the blessed Saviour now, 
 Nor trifle with his grace. 
 
 4 Bow, ere the awful trumpet sound, 
 
 And call you to his bar ; 
 For mercy knows the appointed bound. 
 And turns to vengeance there. 
 
 5 Amazing love ! that yet will call, 
 
 And yet prolong our days ! 
 Our hearts, subdu'd by goodness, fall 
 And w<^ep. and love, and prni^e. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 180 
 
 180. P. M. Newton. 
 There the weary are at rest. Job iii. 17. 
 
 1 COURAGE, my soul! behold the prize 
 
 The Saviour's love provides ; 
 Eternal life beyond the skies, 
 For all whom here he guides. 
 
 2 The wicked cease from troubling there. 
 
 The weary are at rest; 
 Sorrow and sin, and pain and care, 
 No more approach the blest. 
 
 o A wicked world, and wicked heart, 
 With Satan now are join'd ; 
 Each acts a too successful part, 
 In harassing my mind. 
 
 4 In conflict with this threefold troop, 
 
 How weary, Lord am I; 
 Did not thy promise bear me up 
 My soul must faint and die. 
 
 5 But fighting in my Saviour's strength, 
 
 Though mighty are my foes, 
 I shall a conq'ror be at length, 
 O'er all that can oppose. 
 
 6 Then why, my soul, complain or fear : 
 
 The crown of glory see ! 
 The more I toil and suffer here, 
 The sweeter rest will b.e, 
 P 
 
181. 182 AMERICAN SEAMAN*? 
 
 181. C. M. Cowpcr. 
 
 Retirement. 
 
 1 FAR from the world, O Lord, I flee, 
 gg From strife and tumult far ; 
 
 From scenes where Satan wages still. 
 His most successful war. 
 
 2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, { 
 
 With pray'r and praise agree; 
 And seem by thy sweet bounty made. 
 For those who follow thee. 
 
 3 There if thy Spirit touch the soul. 
 
 And grace her mean abode ; 
 Oh ! with what peace and joy and love. 
 She communes with her God ! 
 
 4 Author and Guardian of my life, 
 
 Sweet source of light divine; 
 And (all harmonious names in one) 
 My SAVIOUR, thou art mine ! 
 
 5 What thanks I owe thee, and what love. 
 
 A boundless, endless store ; 
 Shall echo through the realms above. 
 When time shall be no more. 
 
 182. C. INI. W. G . 
 
 Spiritual riches in Christ. 
 
 r ' ; Not as the world givcth, give I unto you." John *i\-. 27 
 
 1 JESUS, how precious is thy name ! 
 How lovely, dear and sweet ! 
 Fain would I shout thine endless famo : 
 In thee nil benntirs mrct. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 183 
 
 2 Lite, pardon, peace, thou dost bestow 
 On sinners such as me : 
 May I thy great salvation know. 
 And all thy grandeur see ! 
 
 The undeserving and the vile, 
 
 Of his rich grace partake: 
 He views them with a lovely smile. 
 For his own mercy's sake, 
 
 4 In him is an exhaustless store 
 
 Of grace, and strength and rest: 
 That wretched sinners, weak and poor. 
 Can need to make them blest. 
 
 5 Let heavy-laden sinners try ; 
 
 O come to him for rest, 
 And on his promises rely, 
 Then you'll be truly best. 
 
 183. C. M. Cennick. 
 Lord's Day evening. 
 
 1 WHEN, O dear Jesus, when shall I 
 
 Behold thee all serene ; 
 Blest in perpetual sabbath-day, 
 Without a veil between ? 
 
 2 Assist me, while I wander here, 
 
 Amidst a world of cares ; 
 Incline my heart to pray with lave. 
 And then accept my prayers. 
 
J 34 AMERICAN SEAMAVS 
 
 3 [Release my soul from ev'ry chain,. 
 
 No more hell's captive led ; 
 And pardon a repenting child, 
 For whom the Saviour bled. 
 
 4 Spare me, my God, O spare the soul 
 
 That gives itself to thee; 
 
 Take all that I possess below, 
 
 And give thyself to me.] 
 
 5 Thy Spirit, O my Father, give. 
 
 To be my guide and friend, 
 To light my path to ceaseless joys. 
 To Sabbaths without end. 
 
 184. C. M. Newton. 
 Plan of Salvation. 
 
 1 SALVATION ! what a glorious plan; 
 
 How suited to our need ! 
 The grace that raises fallen man, 
 Is wonderful indeed ! 
 
 2 'Twas wisdom form'd the vast design. 
 
 To ransom us when lost; 
 And love's unfathomable mine 
 Provided all the cost. 
 
 3 Strict Justice, with approving look. 
 
 The holy cov'nant seal'd ; 
 And truth and power undertook 
 The whole should be fulfilPd. 
 
HYM3 BOOK. iuJ 
 
 4 Truth, wisdom, justice, pow'r and love. 
 
 In all their glory shone ; 
 When Jesus left the courts above, 
 And died to save his own. 
 
 5 (Truth, wisdom, justice, power and love. 
 
 Are equally display'd ; 
 Xow Jesus reigns enthron'd above, 
 Our advocate and head.) 
 
 6 Xow sin appears deserving death, 
 
 Most hateful and abhorr'd ; 
 And yet the sinner lives by faith, 
 And dares approach the Lord. 
 
 185. 7s. J. E . 
 
 O visit me with thy salvation. Psalm cvi. 4. 
 
 1 WHAT a wicked wretch am I ! 
 
 Vile and sinful are my ways ! 
 Where for pardon shall I fly, 
 
 But to thee, thou God of grace ! 
 Guilty, wretched, vile, undone. 
 
 Prostrate at thy feet I lie ; 
 Save thro' Jesus Christ thy Son, 
 
 Save me, Lord, or else I die. 
 
 J Thro' his blood, that once was spile, 
 When hanging on th' accursed tree ; 
 Cleanse, O cleanse me from my guilt> 
 Save my soul from misery. 
 V 2 
 
186 AMERICAN SEAMAN 'S 
 
 Thro' his death, and burial too_, 
 May I daily die to sin, 
 
 Live a life divinely new, 
 And enjoying peace within. 
 
 3 By his rising into heaven, 
 
 And his interceding love, 
 Having all my sins forgiv'u, 
 
 Guide me safe to realms above. 
 There, with angels may I bless, 
 
 And adore thy holy name ; 
 Wear a crown of righteousness, 
 
 Giving glory to the Lamb. 
 
 18S. C. M. Rippon's Selec. 
 By the grate of God, I am what I am. \ Cor. xv. £. 
 
 1 GREAT God, 'tis from thy sov'rcign grace 
 
 That all my blessings flow ; 
 What'er I am, or do possess, 
 I to thy mercy owe. 
 
 2 ? Tis this my powerful lusts control, 
 
 And pardons all my sin ; 
 Spreads life and comfort through my soul, 
 And makes my nature clean. 
 
 3 'Tis this upholds me whilst I live, 
 
 Supports me when I die; 
 And hence ten thousand saints receive 
 Their all. ui well as I. 
 
HluMN BOOK. VttT 
 
 4r How lull must be the springs, from whence 
 Such various streams proceed ! 
 The ocean cannot but be rich, 
 Prom which so many feed. 
 
 187. C. M. Miss Harrison 
 
 By grace art ye saved. Eph. ii« 2~ 
 
 1 NO more of works I vainly boast, 
 Nor so employ my tongue 5 
 Jesus alone is all my trust, 
 Free grace my only song. 
 
 J 'Twas not in me to seek his face. 
 Nor did I ask his love, 
 Till he, by his all-powerful grace, 
 First drew my thoughts above. 
 
 3 My free will chose the broader stream^ 
 
 That leads to endless pain, 
 I saiPd with pleasure there, till God 
 Incliu'd me to refrain. 
 
 4 He saw me helpless and undone, 
 
 A rebel dark and blind, 
 Aud led me to his blessed Son, 
 A better way to find. 
 
 5 By whose rich grace alone I stand, 
 
 Kept by his mighty power, 
 Through which I trust ere long to laivi 
 On the celestial shore, 
 
2&B AMERICAS SEAM AS 'S 
 
 6 Then shall I leave all sin's remain?. 
 And view his glorious face, 
 And sing in more exalted strains, 
 The freedom of his grace. 
 
 188. L. M. Rippon's Selec. 
 
 Happy in the salvation of God. Ps. xlvi. 4. 
 
 i INDULGENT God ! to thee I raise 
 My spirit fraught with joy and praise ; 
 Grateful I bow before thy throne, 
 My debt of mercy there to own. 
 
 2 Rivers descending, Lord ! from thee. 
 Perpetual glide to solace me: 
 Their varied virtues to rehearse. 
 Demands an everlasting verse. 
 
 o And yet there is beyond the rest, 
 One stream — the widest and the best — 
 Salvation ! Lo, the purple flood 
 Rolls rich with my Redeemer's blood ! 
 
 4 I taste — delight succeeds to wo ; 
 
 I bathe — no waters cleanse me so : 
 Such joy and purity to share, 
 I would remain enraptur'd there, 
 
 5 Till death shall give this soul to know 
 The fulness sought in vain below ; 
 The fulness of that boundless sea, 
 Whence flow'd the river down to me. 
 
HfMN BOOK. 1$9 
 
 6 My soul, with such a scene in view, 
 Bids mortal joys a glad adieu ; 
 Nor dreads a few chastising woes, 
 Sent with such love — so soon to close. 
 
 189. C. Mo Gospel Melodies. 
 
 J> How shall ive escape, if we neglect so great stilfn- 
 tion. Heb. ii. 3. 
 
 1 THE trumpet of salvation sounds 5 
 
 In accents loud and clear ; 
 While echo every strain rebounds, 
 From nations far and near. 
 
 2 The glorious promises it gives, 
 
 Let no poor soul despise; 
 Who follows its pure precept, lively 
 And who neglects them, dies. 
 
 3 Say, what can sinful hearts expect. 
 
 Who scorn the sacrifice ; 
 So great Salvation who reject, 
 When offer' d without price ? 
 
 4 Dear Lord, though in my spirit weak. 
 
 And trembling lest I stray, 
 "May I that one thing needful seek? 
 That Hope of endless day. 
 
 :> All things beside are vain and fraik 
 Like meteors in the sky : 
 But thy sweet mercies never fa i 1 v 
 Thy glories n£ver die. 
 
190 AMERICAN SEASON'S 
 
 6 But Lord, in vain are my desires, 
 Without thy guardian care ; 
 My anxious, ling'ring, soul requires 
 Thy grace to lead her there. 
 
 19®. L. M. Newton. 
 TJie sea — its calm of short continuance. 
 
 1 IF for a time the air be calm, 
 
 Serene and smooth the sea appears I 
 Aud shows no danger to alarm 
 
 The unexperienced landsman's fears. 
 
 2 But if the tempest once arise, 
 
 The faithless water swells and raves ; 
 Its billows, foaming to the skies, 
 
 Disclose a thousand threatening graves. 
 
 3 My untry'd heart thus seem'd to me 
 
 (So little of myself I knew) 
 Smooth as the calm unruffled sea, 
 But ah ! it prov'd as treach'rous too ! 
 
 4 The peace of which I had a taste. 
 
 When Jesus first his love reveal'd ; 
 I fondly hop'd would always last, 
 
 Because my foes were then conceaVd. 
 
 5 But when I felt the tempter's pow'r, 
 
 Rouse my corruptions from their sleep. 
 I trembled at the stormy hour, 
 And saw the horrors of the deep. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 191 
 
 »j Lord, save me, or I sink, I pray'd; 
 
 He heard and bid the tempest cease ; 
 The angry waves his word obey'd, 
 And all my fears were hush'd to peace* 
 
 191. 7?. Newton, 
 The World compared to the oxetin. 
 
 J SEE, the world for youth prepare 
 Harlot like, her gaudy snares; 
 Pleasures round her seem to waits 
 But 'tis all a painted cheat. 
 
 2 So the calm, but faithless sea, . 
 (Lively emblem, world of thee) 
 Tempts the landsman from the shore* 
 Foreign regions to explore. 
 
 3 But ere long the tempest raves, . j 
 And he trembles at the waves : 
 Wishes then he had been wise, 
 
 But too late — he sinks and dies. 
 
 4 Hapless thus, are they, vainworld> 
 Soon on rocks of ruin hurl'd, 
 Who admiring thee, untry'd, 
 Court thy pleasure, wealth or pride, 
 
 5 Such a shipwreck had been mine,. 
 Had not Jesus (name divine !) 
 Sav'd me with a mighty hand, 
 And restored mv s'oulto femd« 
 
392, 193 AMERICAN SEAMAN V 
 
 6 Now, with gratitude I raise 
 Ebenezers to his praise ; 
 Now, my rash pursuits are o ? er, 
 I can trust the world no more* 
 
 192* C. M. Seaman's Magazines 
 Seamen called on to praise the Lord. 
 
 1 YE fearless seamen, praise the Lord; 
 
 To you the work belongs; 
 For God invites you by his word, 
 To raise your gospel songs. 
 
 2 Rejoice in his redeeming love, 
 
 His wondrous mercy tell, 
 How Christ descended from above, 
 To save your souls from hell. 
 
 3 Let the sweet praises of his name 
 
 Resound from pole to pole ; 
 To every shore his grace proclaim, 
 As far as billows roll. 
 
 4 At every time, in everyplace, 
 
 The glorious theme pursue; 
 And long to praise him face to face, 
 In anthems ever new. 
 
 193. S. M. Watts. 
 Ocome, let us sing unto the Lord. Vs. xcv. 1 
 ] COME, sound his praise abroad, 
 And hymns of glory sing ; 
 Jehovah is the sovereign God. 
 TJie universal King. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 194 
 
 2 He form'd the deeps unknown ; 
 
 He gave the seas their bound ; 
 The wat'ry worlds are all his own. 
 And all the solid ground. 
 
 3 Come, worship at his throne, 
 
 Come, bow before the Lord ; 
 We are his works, and not our own ; 
 He form'd us by his word. 
 
 4 To-day attend his voice, 
 
 Nor dare provoke his rod ; 
 Come, like the people of his choice. 
 And own your gracious God. 
 
 5 But if your hearts refuse 
 
 The language of his grace, 
 And hearts grow hard like stubborn Jews. 
 That unbelieving race ; 
 
 6 The Lord in vengeance drest, 
 
 Will lift his hand and swear, 
 ; 'You that despise my promis'd rest, 
 Shall have no portion there.'' 
 
 194. L. M. Lond. S. Mag. 
 
 Sailors coming to Christ, 
 
 1 GLORY to God, the day's arriv'd, 
 When wand'ring sailors shall be sav'd ! 
 Glory to God, the hour is come, 
 To call poor banished sailors hdnie. 
 Q 
 
195 AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 
 2 Long strangers to themselves and God. 
 Thej still pursued the downward road ; 
 Now sov'reign mercy bids them stay, 
 And guides them in the narrow way. 
 
 3 To Zion weeping they return, 
 
 And o'er their past transgressions mourn, 
 Mourn for that Friend whose blood was spilt 
 To wash away their load of guilt. 
 
 4 Jesus, the deep now owns thy sway, 
 And ransom'd sailors hail the day ! 
 While they behold, like lightning's blaze, 
 The gospel spread wide o'er the sens. 
 
 5 Glory to thee, our gracious Lord, 
 We joyful sing with one accord, 
 That sailors, long a rebel race, 
 Return to seek their Father's face. 
 
 195- CM. 
 
 Written in the Marinert' Church, N. Y. by li Boston Bard." 
 Hope for Sailors. 
 
 .EST be the voice now heard afar, 
 O'er the dark rolling sea, 
 That whispers to the hardy tar, 
 " Sailor, there's hope for thee." 
 
 2 Blest be that pure, that Christian love. 
 That boundless charity, 
 That bears the Olive, like the dove. 
 Brave, generous tar. to thee. 
 
HYMN 1300K, 196 
 
 Blest be those lips, in accents mild, 
 
 From sordid motives free, 
 That first proclaimM to oceaivs child. 
 Poor sailor, love to thee. 
 
 4 Long hadst thou rode the foamy wave, 
 
 From sin nor danger free, 
 Till mercy stretch'd her arm to save. 
 To save, brave sailor, thee. 
 
 5 God of the just ! Oh! lend thine ear, 
 
 A blessing rich decree 
 On those who spread these tidings dear ; 
 " Sailor, there's hope for thee." 
 
 1S6« C. M. Mariner's Mag. 
 
 On hearing singing in the Mariners' Church. 
 
 1 HOW sweet the songs of Zion sound 
 
 When seamen tune their voice, 
 In praise to him who reigns on high, 
 And bids the world rejoice. 
 
 2 These tongues, which once their God blas- 
 
 phem'd, 
 Now sound his praises high ; 
 For that sweet gospel, and its grace, 
 Which brings a Saviour nigh. 
 
 3 They sing, to tell how God has giv'n 
 
 DehVrance from the storm, 
 And brought them to their port in peace. 
 By his almighty arm. 
 
197 AMERICAN SEAMAN*- 
 
 4 They sing, to tell of all the love 
 
 Of him who died to save ; 
 Who now in glory reigns above, 
 To rescue from the grave. 
 
 5 Sing on, dear seamen, sing and tell 
 
 Of all Emmanuel's love ! 
 And may you rise and sit on high, 
 And reign with him above. 
 
 197. C. M. z . 
 
 " The disciple who leaned on his breast. John xxi. 20. 
 
 1 A SAILOR once whom Jesus lov'd, 
 
 Lean'd on his breast and fed, 
 While Christ the Lord, at supper prov'd 
 Himself the living bread. 
 
 2 O honour'd saint, O glorious place, 
 
 The bosom of our God, 
 What can so much display his grace, 
 To those he bought with blood. 
 
 3 But may a sailor poor and low, 
 
 Weary of wandering here, 
 May I, tho' vile, be favour'd so. 
 And dry up ev'ry tear ? 
 
 I And ean'st thou, wilt thou, dearest Lord, 
 Give my poor soul this rest, 
 Shall I, when storms fulfil thy word. 
 Repose upon ihy breast ? 
 
HYMN HOOK. 198,199 
 
 5 Then farewell home, and other charms, 
 Your influence now shall cease, 
 Reclhvd in Christ my Saviour's arms, 
 I rest in endless peace. 
 
 IS3. CM. Z . 
 
 Christ's companions in the garden* Matth. xxvi. 37. 
 
 1 WHO were the highly honoured three, 
 
 Selected by the Lord, 
 To enter sad Gethsemane, 
 
 When vengeance drew 7 its sword? 
 
 2 O grace how rich ! how free ! that chose, 
 
 Seamen of Galilee ; 
 When Jesus sunk beneath our woes, 
 In blood-:Stain'd agony* 
 
 3 May sailors for this haven steer, 
 
 And see their Jesus there, 
 Behold his bloody sweat, and hear 
 His agonizing prayer. 
 
 4 Be then this port my chief delight, 
 
 Till moor'd in heav'n above ; 
 Weeping, I'll gaze upon the sight, 
 And be dissolved in love. 
 
 199. C M. Cowper. 
 Self -acquaintance. 
 1 DEAR Lord ! accept a sinful heart, 
 Which of itself complains ; 
 And mourns, with much and frequent smart. 
 The evil it contains. 
 Q 2 
 
200 AMERICAN SEAMAVr 
 
 2 The fiery seeds of anger lurk, 
 
 Which often hurt ray frame ; 
 And wait but for the tempter's work. 
 To fan them to a flame. 
 
 3 Legality holds out a bribe 
 
 To purchase life from thee ; 
 And discontent would fain prescribe, 
 How thou shalt deal with me. 
 
 4 While unbelief withstands thy grace, 
 
 And puts the mercy by; 
 Presumption with a brow 7 of brass. 
 Says, " give me or I die.'' 
 
 5 How eager are my thoughts to roam 
 
 In quest of what they love! 
 But ah ! when duty calls them home. 
 How heavily they move ! 
 
 G O cleanse me in a Saviour's blood, 
 Transform me by thy pow'r, 
 And make me thy belov'd abode, 
 And let me rove no more. 
 
 200- C. M. Kirkham. 
 Self-denial, or bearing the cross. 
 
 DIDST thou, dear Jesus, suffer shame, 
 
 And bear the cross for me? 
 And shall I fear to own thy name. 
 
 Or thy disciple be? 
 
HYMN BOOK. 201 
 
 2 Inspire my soul with life divine. 
 
 And make me truly bold ; 
 Let knowledge, faith, and meekness shine. 
 Nor love nor zeal grow cold. 
 
 3 Let mockers scoff, the world defame, 
 
 And treat me with disdain ; 
 Still may I glory in thy name, 
 And count reproach my gain. 
 
 4 To thee I cheerfully submit, 
 
 And all my pow'rs resign ; 
 Let wisdom point out what is fit, 
 And I'll no more repine. 
 
 201* L. M. Edmeston. 
 
 The ship driven from her moorings, or " Christ a 
 hiding place from the wind.' 1 Is. xxxii. 2. 
 
 1 BENEATH a reef the ship was moor'd, 
 
 The threat'ning tempest to endure ; 
 Loud rag'd the storm, but all on board 
 Fear'd not, but deem'd their hold was sure. 
 
 2 The storm increas'd, the cable gave; 
 
 Strong was the force, and swift the shock : 
 The ship was driven along the wave, 
 And dashM upon a hidden rock. 
 
 3 An earthly refuge may deceive; 
 
 This has been often prov'd before ; 
 But who in Christ did e'er believe, 
 
 And found that trust could aid no more. 
 
202, 203 American seaman's 
 
 4 Eternal refuge from despair! 
 
 This, well I know, could never be ; 
 What storm could rage, and reach me there ? 
 What power could drive my soul from 
 thee ? 
 
 202a L. M. Rippon's Selection. 
 Expostulation. 
 
 1 SINNER, O why so thoughtless grown? 
 
 Why in such dreadful haste to die ; 
 Daring to leap to worlds unknown, 
 Heedless against thy God to fly ; 
 
 2 Wilt thou despise eternal fate, 
 
 Urg'd on by sin's fantastic dreams ? 
 Madly attempt th' infernal gate, 
 
 And force thy passage to the flames i 
 
 3 Stay, sinner ! on the gospel plains, 
 
 Behold the God of love unfold 
 The wonders of his dying pains, 
 For ever telling, yet untold. 
 
 203 B L- M. Rippon's Selection. 
 Imade haste, and delayed not. Ps. cxix. 60 
 
 1 HASTEN, O sinner to be wise, 
 
 And stay not for the morrow's sun ; 
 The longer wisdom you despise, 
 The harder is she to be won 
 
HYMN BOOK. 201 
 
 2 U hasten, mercy to implore, 
 
 And stay not for the morrow's sun, 
 For fear thy season should be o'er 
 Before this ev'ning's stage be ran. 
 
 3 O hasten, sinner, to return, 
 
 And stay not for the morrow's sun, 
 For fear thy lamp should fail to burn, 
 Before the needful work is done. 
 
 4 O hasten, sinner, to be blest, 
 
 And stay not for the morrow's sun ; 
 For fear the curse should thee-arrest, 
 Before the morrow is begun. 
 
 5 O Lord, do thou the sinner turn ! 
 
 Now rouse him from his senseless state ! 
 O let him not thy counsel spurn, 
 Nor rue his fatal choice too late. 
 
 204. C. M. Fawcett. 
 Let the wicked forsake his ways, fyc. Is. lv. 
 
 SINNERS, the voice of God regard ; 
 
 'Tis mercy speaks to-day ; 
 He calls you by his sovereign word, 
 
 From sin's destructive way. 
 
 Like the rough sea that cannot rest, 
 
 You live devoid of peace ; 
 A thousand stings within your breast. 
 
 Deprive your souls of ease, 
 
205 AMERICAN SEAMAi\"& 
 
 3 Your way is dark, and leads to hell ; 
 
 Why will you persevere ? 
 Can you in endless torments dwell, 
 Shut up in black despair ? 
 
 4 Why will you in the crooked ways 
 
 Of sin and folly go ? 
 In pain you travel all your days. 
 To reap immortal wo ! 
 
 5 But he that turns to God shall live 
 
 Through his abounding grace : 
 His mercy will the guilt forgive, 
 Of those that seek his face. 
 
 6 Bow to the sceptre of his word, 
 
 Renouncing ev'ry sin ; 
 Submit to him, your sovereign Lord, 
 And learn his will divine. 
 
 7 His love exceeds your highest thoughts : 
 
 He pardons like a God ; 
 He will forgive your num'rous faults, 
 Through a Redeemer's blood. 
 
 205. C. M. Beddome. 
 
 The trembling sbmer. 
 
 1 CLOUDS big with wrath hang o'er my head. 
 And awful thunders roll, 
 Terrific scenes before me spread* 
 And fill my guilty soul. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 206 
 
 2 Jesus, the sinner's only hope, 
 
 Thy saving power display, 
 O bear my sinking spirits up, 
 And take my sins away. 
 
 3 Helpless, forlorn, and in distress, 
 
 I heave the pensive sigh ; 
 Be thou, dear Lord, my hiding place, 
 While danger is so nigh. 
 
 4 O tell me thou my soul hast bought, 
 
 With blood so rich and free, 
 This will relieve my anxious thought. 
 And bind my heart to thee. 
 
 296« 7s. Newton. 
 Sin's deceit. 
 
 1 SIN, when view'd by scripture light, 
 Is a horrid hateful sight; 
 
 But when seen in Satan's glass. 
 Then it wears a pleasing face. 
 
 2 When the cross I view by faith, 
 Sin is madness, poison, death; 
 Tempt me not, 'tis all in vain, 
 Sure I ne'er can yield again. 
 
 3 Satan for a while debarr'd, 
 When he finds me off my guard, 
 Puts his glass before my eyes, 
 Quickly other thoughts arise. 
 
207 AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 
 4 What before excited fears, 
 Rather pleasing now appears ; 
 If a sin, it seems so small, 
 
 Or, perhaps, no sin at all. 
 
 5 Often thus, through sin's deceit, 
 Grief, and shame, and loss I meet : 
 Like a fish, my soul mistook, 
 
 Saw the bait, but not the hook. 
 
 6 Oh ! my Lord, what shall I say ; 
 How can I presume to pray ? 
 Not a word have I to plead, 
 Sins like mine, are black indeed ! 
 
 7 Made by past experience wise, 
 Let me learn thy word to prize : 
 Taught by what I've felt before. 
 Let me Satan's glass abhor. 
 
 207. L. M. Cowper. 
 Hatred of sin. 
 
 1 HOLY Lord God ! I love thy truth, 
 
 Nor dare thy least commandment slight : 
 Yet pierc'd by sin, the serpent's tooth, 
 I mourn the anguish of the bite. 
 
 2 But though the poison lurks within, 
 
 Hope bids me still with patience wait : 
 Till death shall set me free from sin, 
 Free from the onlv thine: I hate. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 208 
 
 3 Had I a throne above the rest, 
 
 Where angels and archangels dwell ; 
 One sin, unslain, within my breast, 
 
 Would make that heav'n as dark as hell. 
 
 4 The pris'ner, sent to breathe fresh air, 
 
 And bless'd with liberty again, 
 Would mourn were he condemn'd to wear 
 One link of all his former chain. 
 
 5 But oh! no foe invades the bliss, 
 
 When glory crowns the Christian's head : 
 One view of Jesus,, as he is, 
 
 Will strike all sin for ever dead, 
 
 208. C. M. Dr. S. Stennett. 
 Indwelling sin lamented. 
 
 1 WITH tears of anguish I lament, 
 
 Here at thy feet, my God, 
 My passion, pride and discontent, 
 And vile ingratitude. 
 
 2 Sure there was ne'er a heart so base. 
 
 So false as mine has been ; 
 So faithless to its promises, 
 So prone to ev'ry sin ! 
 
 3 My reason tells me thy commands 
 
 Are holy, just and true; 
 Tells me whate'er my God demand*. 
 T< his most righteous due. 
 R 
 
309 AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 
 4 Reason I hear, her counsels weigh, y 
 And all her words approve ; 
 But still I find it hard t' obey, 
 And harder yet to love. 
 
 4 How long, dear Saviour, shall I feel 
 These strugglings in my breast ? 
 When wilt thou bow my stubborn will, 
 And give my conscience rest ? .. 
 
 G Break, sov'reigti grace, O break the charm. 
 And set the captive free; 
 Reveal, Almighty God, thine arm, 
 And haste to rescue me. 
 
 2©9. G. M. Watts. 
 
 Complaining of spiritual sloth. 
 
 \ MY drowsy powers, why sleep ye so r 
 Awake my sluggish soul; 
 Nothing has half thy work to do, 
 Yet nothing's half so dull. 
 
 2 The little ants, for one poor grain, 
 
 Labour, and tug, and strive, 
 Yet we who have a heaven t' obtain, 
 How negligent we live ! 
 
 3 We, for whose sakes all nature stands, 
 
 And stars their courses move; 
 We, for whose guard the angel bands 
 Tome flying from above. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 210 
 
 4 We, for whom God the Son came down, 
 
 And laboured for our good, 
 How careless to secure that crown, 
 He purchas'd with his blood ! 
 
 5 Lord, shall we lie so sluggish still, 
 
 And never act our parts ? 
 Come, holy dove, from th' heavenly hill 
 And sit and warm our hearts. 
 
 6 Then shall our active spirits move; 
 
 Upwards our souls shall rise : 
 With hands of faith and wings of love. 
 We'll fly and take the prize. 
 
 21G. C. M. Newton. Altered 
 
 The sluggard. 
 
 1 THE wishes that the sluggard frames, 
 
 Will surely fruitless prove ; 
 With folded arms he stands and dreams, 
 But has no heart to move. 
 
 2 No hardship he, or toil can bear, 
 
 No difficulty brave ; 
 He wastes his hours at home for fear 
 Of dangers on the wave. 
 
 3j 3 Tis often thus, in soul concerns, 
 The gospel sluggards see ; 
 "Who, if a wish would serve their tarns 
 Micrht true believers be. 
 
211 AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 
 4 But when the Bible bids them watch. 
 
 And seek, and strive, and pray, 
 At evVy poor excuse they catch, 
 And waste the passing day. 
 
 5 Dear Saviour ! let thy pow'r appear, 
 
 The outward call to aid ; 
 These drowsy souls can only hear 
 The voice that wakes the dead. 
 
 211. S. M. New Selec. 
 The song of Moses and the Lamb. Rev. xv. iii. 
 
 1 AWAKE, and sing the song 
 
 Of Moses and the Lamb ; 
 Wake every heart and ever}' tongue, 
 To praise the Saviour's name. 
 
 2 Sing of his dying love, 
 
 Sing of his rising pow'r, 
 Sing how he intercedes above 
 For all whose sins he bore. 
 
 3 Sing till we feel our hearts 
 
 Ascending with our tongues, 
 Sing till the love of sin departs, 
 And grace inspires our songs: 
 
 4 Sing on your heavenly way, 
 
 Ye ransom'd sinners sing: 
 
 Sing on, rejoicing every day. 
 
 In Christ th' eternal King. 
 
11VM.N BOOK. 212 
 
 Soon shall ye hear him say, 
 Ye blessed children, come ; 
 
 Soon will he call you hence away y 
 And take his pilgrims home. 
 
 212a C. M. Rippon's Selection. 
 
 The work of the Spirit represented by the wind : 
 sovereign saving grace. John Hi. 8. 
 
 1 THE blessed Spirit, like the wind. 
 
 Blows when and where he please ; 
 How happy are the men who feel 
 The soul-enliv'ning breeze, 
 
 2 He forms the carnal mind afresh, 
 
 Subdues the pow'r of sin, 
 Transforms the heart of stone to flesh. 
 And plants his grace within. 
 
 3 He sheds abroad the Father's love, 
 
 Applies redeeming blood, 
 Bids both our guilt and grief remove, 
 And brings us near to God. 
 
 4 Lord, fill each dead benighted soul 
 
 With life, and light, and joy ; 
 None can thy mighty pow'r control. 
 Thy glorious work destroy, 
 
 R 2 
 
213,214 AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 
 213. L. M. Doddridge. 
 The SpiriVs influence compared to living water. 
 
 1 BLESS'D Jesus, source of grace divine, 
 What soul-refreshing streams are thine ! 
 Oh, bring these healing waters nigh, 
 Or we must droop, and fall, and die. 
 
 2 No traveller through desert lands, 
 'Midst scorching suns, and burning sands, 
 More needs the current to obtain, 
 
 Or, to enjoy refreshing rain. 
 
 3 Our longing souls aloud would sing, 
 Spring up, celestial fountain, spring! 
 To a redundant river flow, 
 
 And cheer this thirsty land below. 
 
 4 May this blest torrent near my side, 
 Through all the desert gently glide ; 
 Then, in Emmanuel's land above, 
 Spread to a sea of joy and love ! 
 
 214a S. M. Rippon's Selec. 
 The Holy Spirit invoked. 
 
 1 COME, Holy Spirit, come, 
 
 With energy divine ; 
 And on this poor benighted soul, 
 With beams of mercy shine. 
 
 2 From the celestial hills, 
 
 Life, light, and joy dispense ! 
 And may I daily, hourly feel 
 Thy quick'ning influence, 
 
Ill M.N BOOK. '215 
 
 Melt, melt this frozen heart : 
 
 This stubborn will subdue; 
 Each evil passion overcome. 
 And form me all anew. 
 
 4 Mine will the profit be, 
 
 But thine shall be the praise : 
 And unto thee I will devote 
 The remnant of my days. 
 
 215. L- ML Hart. Altered. 
 
 Heaven and earth shall pass away, but my word shall not 
 pass away. Mattb. xxiv. 35. 
 
 1 THE moon and stars shall lose their light. 
 The sun shall sink in endless night; 
 Both heav'n and earth shall pass away, 
 The works of nature all decay ; 
 
 2 But they that in the Lord confide, 
 And shelter in his wounded side, 
 Shall see the danger overpast, 
 Stand ev'ry storm and live at last. 
 
 3 What Christ has said, must be fulfill'd, 
 On this firm rock believers build; 
 
 His word shall stand, his truth prevail. 
 And not one jot or tittle fail. 
 
 4 His word is this, (ye seamen hear/ 
 "Believe on me, and banish fear : 
 But he that will not me obey, 
 Stall perish in the last great da y. r 
 
216 AMERICAN 
 
 216. C. M. Gospel Melodies. 
 44 It is J, be not afraid." Matth. xiv. 27. 
 
 1 LOST in a storm of guilt, my soul! 
 
 No pilot at the helm ; 
 The mountain billows seem to roll. 
 Prepar'd to overwhelm. 
 
 2 In vain I seek some friendly shore, 
 
 To save my shatter'd bark; 
 But rending tempests round me roar. 
 Terrific, deep and dark. 
 
 3 Death glares in his most awful form, 
 
 Before my sinful heart, 
 He rides upon the mingling storm, 
 And shakes his quivYing dart! 
 
 4 When sudden as the billows ride, 
 
 In robes of white array'd, 
 A form appear d, and sweetly cried — > 
 "'TisI, be not afraid!" 
 
 5 Peace to my rescu'd soul he deign'd 
 
 With matchless grace to give; 
 And bade me, tho' with guilt thus stam'd*. 
 Repent, believe and live. 
 
 'Twas Jesus o'er the waters came, 
 And sav'd me from despair ; 
 That I in heaven might praise his name. 
 With rescu'd millions there 
 
HYMN BOOK. 217 
 
 217. C. M. Newton. 
 Thunder. 
 
 WHEN a black overspreading cloud 
 
 Has darken'd all the air; 
 And peals of thunder roaring loud, 
 
 Proclaim the tempest near ; 
 
 Then guilt and fear, the fruits of sin. 
 
 The sinner oft pursue; 
 A louder storm is heard within, 
 
 And conscience thunders too. 
 
 3 The law a fiery language speaks. 
 
 His danger he perceives; 
 
 Like Satan who his ruin seeks. 
 
 He trembles and believes. 
 
 4 But when the sky serene appears, 
 
 And thunders roll no more; 
 He soon forgets his vows and fears, 
 Just as he did before. 
 
 5 But whither shall the sinner flee, 
 
 When nature's mighty frame, 
 The ponderous earth, and air and sea. 
 Shall all dissolve in flame? 
 
 G Lord, let thy mercy find a way 
 To touch each stubborn heart; 
 That they may never hear thee saj\ 
 " Ye cursed ones, depart." 
 
218/219 AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 
 218. L. M. Cowper. 
 
 Temptation compared to a storm. 
 
 1 THE billows swell, the winds are high, 
 Clouds overcast my wintry sky ; 
 
 Out of the depths to thee I call, 
 
 My fears are great, my strength is small. 
 
 2 O Lord, the pilot's part perform, 
 
 And guide, and guard me through the storm : 
 Defend me from each threatening ill, 
 Control the waves, say "Peace, be still." 
 
 3 Amidst the roaring of the sea, 
 
 My soul still hangs her hope on thee ; 
 Thy constant love, thy faithful care, 
 Is all that saves me from despair. 
 
 4 Dangers of ev'ry shape and name, 
 Attend the follow'rs of the Lamb, 
 Who leave the world's deceitful shore, 
 And leave it to return no more. 
 
 5 Though tempest-toss'd, and half a wreck. 
 My Saviour through the floods I seek ; 
 Let neither winds nor stormy rain, 
 Force back my shattered bark again. 
 
 219. C. M. Newton. 
 
 The storm — temptation hushed. 
 
 J 'TIS past — the dreadful stormy night 
 Is gone with all its fears! 
 And now I see returning light, 
 The Lord, my Sun. appears. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 220 
 
 2 Ah! Lord, since thou didst hide thy face. 
 What has my soul endur'd? 
 But now 'tis past, I feel thy grace, 
 And all ray wounds are curd. 
 
 ;> Before corruption, guilt and fear, 
 My comforts blasted, fell ; 
 And unbelief discover'd near, 
 The dreadful depths of hell.. 
 
 4 But Jesus pity'd my distress, 
 
 He heard my feeble cry ; 
 Reveal'd his blood and righteousness, 
 And brought salvation nigh. 
 
 5 Lord, since thou thus hast broke my bands, 
 
 And set the captive free ; 
 I would devote my tongue, my hands, 
 My heart, my all to thee. 
 
 22S. L. M. H. K. White. 
 
 The Star of Bethlehem. 
 
 1 WHEN marshalPd on the nightly plain, 
 
 The glittering host bestud the sky; 
 One star, alone, of all the train, 
 Can fix the seaman's wandering eve. 
 
 2 Once on the raging seas I rode, 
 
 The storm was loud, the night was dark, 
 The ocean yawn'd, and rudely blow'd 
 
 The wind that toss'd my foundering bark. 
 
221 AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 
 4 Deep horror then my vitals froze, 
 
 Death-struck, I ceas'd the tide to stem ; 
 When suddenly a star arose, 
 It was the Star of Bethlehem. 
 
 5 It was my guide, my light, my all, 
 
 It bade my dark forebodings cease ; 
 And through the storm and danger's thrall, 
 It led me to the port of peace ! 
 
 Now safely moor'd — my perils o'er, 
 I'll sing, first in night's diadem ; 
 For ever and for evermore, 
 
 The star — the star of Bethlehem.. 
 
 [ 221a 7s. Newton. 
 Summer Storms. 
 
 1 THO' the morn may be serene, 
 Not a threat'ning cloud be seen; 
 Who can undertake to say 
 'Twill be pleasant all the day ? 
 Tempests suddenly may rise, 
 Darkness overspread the skies ! 
 Lightnings flash, and thunders roar, 
 Ere a short liv'd day is o'er. 
 
 2 Often thus the child of grace, 
 Enters on his Christian race ; 
 Guilt and fear are overborne, 
 'Tis with him a summer's morn: 
 
HYMN BOOK. 222 
 
 Till dark clouds his sun conceals. 
 Till temptation's power he feels ; 
 Then he trembles and looks pale, 
 All his hopes and courage fail. 
 
 3 Try'd believers too can say, 
 In the course of one short day, 
 Tho' the morning has been fair, 
 Prov'd a golden hour of pray'r; 
 Sin and Satan long ere night, 
 Have their comforts put to flight : 
 Ah! what heartfelt peace and joy. 
 Unexpected storms destroy. 
 
 4 Dearest Saviour, call us soon 
 To thine high eternal noon ; 
 Never there shall tempests rise 
 To conceal thee from our eyes ; 
 Satan shall no more deceive, 
 We no more thy Spirit grieve ; 
 But thro' cloudless, endless days, 
 Sound to golden harps thy praise, 
 
 222. C. M. Cowper, 
 
 Human Frailty. 
 
 1 WEAK and irresolute is man : 
 The purpose of to-day 
 Woven with pains into his plan, 
 To-morrow sends away* 
 
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223 AMERICAN SEAMAN^ 
 
 2 The bow well bent, and smart the spring, 
 Vice seems already slain ; 
 But passion rudely snaps the string, 
 And it revives again. 
 
 -> 
 
 Some foe to his upright intent, 
 
 Finds out his weaker part ; 
 Virtue engages his assent, 
 
 But pleasure wins his heart. 
 
 4 'Tis here the folly of the wise, 
 
 Through all his art we view ; 
 And, while his tongue the charge denies, 
 His conscience owns it true. 
 
 5 Bound on a voyage of awful length, 
 
 And dangers little known, 
 
 A stranger to superior strength, 
 
 Man vainly trusts his own. 
 
 6 But oars alone can ne'er prevail, 
 
 To reach the distant coast, 
 The breath of heav'n must fill the sail. 
 Or all the toil is lost. 
 
 223. S. M. Cowpcr. 
 Dependence. 
 
 1 TO keep the lamp alive, 
 With oil we fill the bowl ; 
 -Tis water makes the willow thrive. 
 And grace that feeds the soul. 
 
HYMN BOOK. ~2 I 
 
 The Lord's unsparing hand 
 
 Supplies the living stream ; 
 It is not at our own command. 
 
 But still deriv'd from him. 
 
 Beware of Peter's word, 
 
 Nor confidently say, 
 " I never mil deny thee, Lord,'* 
 
 But grant I never may. 
 
 Man's wisdom is to seek 
 
 His strength in God alone ; 
 And e'en an angel would be weak. 
 
 Who trusted in his own. 
 
 Retreat beneath his wings, 
 
 And in his grace confide; 
 This more exalts the King of Kings. 
 
 Than all your works beside. 
 
 6 In Jesus is our store ; 
 
 Grace issues from his throne; 
 Whoever says, "I want no more,' 1 
 Confesses he has none. 
 
 224 H C. M. Cowper, 
 
 Submission to the will of God. 
 
 1 O LORD, my best desires fulfil, 
 And help me to resign, 
 Life, health, and comfort to thy wilL 
 And make thy pleasure mine, 
 
225 AMERICAN SEAMAIDS 
 
 2 Why should I shrink at thy command. 
 
 Whose love forbids my fears ? 
 Or tremble at the gracious hand 
 That wipes away my tears. 
 
 3 No, let me rather freely yield 
 
 What most I prize to thee ! 
 
 Who never hast a good withheld, 
 
 Or wilt withhold from me. 
 
 4 Thy favour, all my journey through. 
 
 Thou art engag'd to grant; 
 What else I want, or think I do, 
 'Tis better still to want. 
 
 5 Wisdom and mercy guide my way. 
 
 Shall I resist them both? 
 A poor blind creature of a day, 
 And crush' d before the moth ! 
 
 But ah ! my inward spirit cries, 
 
 Still bind me to thy sway ; 
 Else the next cloud that veils my skies, 
 Drives all these thoughts away. 
 
 225. L. M. Dr. S. Stcnneu. 
 
 The Lord God, a Sun. Ps. lxxxiv. 11. 
 
 1 GREAT God ! amid the darksome night. 
 Thy glories dart upon my sight, 
 
 Wliile, wrapt in wonder, I behold 
 The silver moon and stars of gold. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 22(i 
 
 2 But when I see the sun arise, 
 
 And pour his glories o'er the skies, 
 In more stupendous forms I view, 
 Thy greatness and thy goodness too, 
 
 3 In ev'ry work thy hands have made, 
 Thy pow'r and wisdom are display'd : 
 But O ! what glories all divine 
 
 In my incarnate Saviour shine ! 
 
 4 He is my Sun : beneath his wings 
 My soul securely sits and sings; 
 And there enjoys, like those above^ 
 The balmy influence of thy love. 
 
 5 Oh, may the vital strength and heai, 
 His cheering beams communicate, 
 Enable me my course to run, 
 With the same vigour as the sun. 
 
 226. C. M. Wesley. 
 
 Sunshine entreated. 
 
 1 ETERNAL sun of righteousness, 
 
 Display thy beams divine ; 
 And cause the glory of thy face, 
 Upon my heart to shine. 
 
 2 Light in thy light. O may I see, 
 
 Thy grace and mercy prove, 
 Reviv'd and cheer'd, and blest by thee. 
 The God of pardoning love, 
 
 S 2 
 
227 AMERICAN SBAMAN*S 
 
 3 Lift up thy countenance serene, 
 
 And let thy happy child 
 Behold, without a cloud between. 
 The Godhead reconcil'd. 
 
 4 That all-comprising peace bestow , 
 
 On me, through grace forgiv'n, 
 The joys of holiness bestow, 
 And then the joys ofheav'n. 
 
 227* C« M. Cowper. 
 
 The happy change, or sunshine enjoyed, 
 
 1 HOW blest thy creature is, O God, 
 
 When with a single eye, 
 He views the lustre of thy word, 
 The dayspring from on high. 
 
 2 Through all the storms that veil the skie,s. 
 
 And frown on earthly things, 
 The sun of righteousness he eyes, 
 With healing in his wings. 
 
 3 The soul a dreary province once. 
 
 Of Satan's dark domain, 
 Feels a new empire form'd within, 
 And owns a heav'nly reign. 
 
 4 The glorious orb, whose golden beams 
 
 The fruitful year control, 
 Since first obedient to thy worn, 
 fife? started from f h p gojjl* 
 
HYMN BOOK. 228 
 
 Has cheer d the nations with the joys 
 
 His orient beams impart; 
 But, Jesus, 'tis thy light alone. 
 
 Can shine upon the heart. 
 
 228. 8- 8. S. Kippis 
 Thanksgiving for national prosperity. 
 
 1 How rich thy gifts, Almighty King ! 
 From thee our public blessings spring t 
 
 The extended trade, the fruitful skies, 
 The treasures liberty bestows ; 
 The eternal joys the gospel shows, 
 
 All from thy boundless goodness rise. 
 
 2 Here commerce spreads the wealthy store, 
 Which pours from every foreign shore ; 
 
 Science and art their charms display : 
 Religion teaches us to raise, 
 Our voices to our Maker's praise, 
 
 As truth and conscience point the way. 
 
 3 With grateful hearts and joyful tongue.-. 
 To God we raise united songs ; 
 
 Here still may God in mercy reign : 
 Crown our just counsels with success. 
 And peace and joy our borders bles^ 
 
 And all our sacred rights maintain 
 
229,230 American seaman's 
 
 229. C. M. Newton. 
 What shall I render ? Ps. cxvi. 12—13. 
 
 \ FOR mercies, countless as the sands, 
 Which daily I receive 
 From Jesus, my Redeemer's hands, 
 My soul, what can'st thou giver 
 
 2 Alas ! from such a heart as mine, 
 
 What can I bring him forth ? 
 My best is stain'd, and dy'd with sin. 
 My all is nothing worth. 
 
 3 Yet this acknowledgment I'll make. 
 
 For all he has bestow'd ; 
 Salvation's sacred cup I'll take, 
 And call upon my God. 
 
 4 The best returns for one like me, 
 
 So w r retched and so poor ; 
 
 Is from his gifts to draw a plea, 
 
 And ask him still for more. 
 
 5 I cannot serve him as I ought, 
 
 No works have I to boast ! 
 Yet w r ould I glory in the thought. 
 That I shall owe him most. 
 
 230. C. M. Walts. 
 
 Thanks for deliverance. 
 
 1 WHAT shall I render to my God 
 For all his kindness shown? 
 My feet shall visit thine abode. 
 My sonsrs address thv throne, 
 
HYMN BOOK. 231 
 
 2 Among the saints that fill thine house. 
 
 My off'rings shall be paid ; 
 There shall my zeal perform the vows 
 My soul in anguish made. 
 
 3 How much is mercy thy delight. 
 
 Thou ever-blessed God ! 
 How dear thy servants in thy sight! 
 How precious is their blood ! 
 
 4 How happy all thy servants are ! 
 
 How great thy grace to me ! 
 My life, which thou hast made thy care. 
 Lord, I devote to thee. 
 
 o Now I am thine, for ever thine, 
 Nor shall my purpose move ; 
 Thy hand hath loos'd my bonds of pain? 
 And bound me with thy love. 
 
 Here in thy courts I leave my vow, 
 
 And thy rich grace record ; 
 Witness, ye saints, who hear me now. 
 If I forsake the Lord. 
 
 231. L. M. Watts' Sermons. 
 
 Things of good report j or choosing the company of the righteous 
 
 1 IS it a thing of good report, 
 
 To squander life and time away ? 
 To cut the hours of duty short, 
 
 While tovs and follies waste the dav 
 
232 AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 
 2 Doth this become the Christian name. 
 To venture near the tempter's door* 
 To sort with men of evil fame, 
 
 And yet presume to stand secure : 
 
 Am I my own sufficient guard, 
 
 While I expose my soul to shame ? 
 Can the short joys of sin reward 
 The lasting blemish of my name : 
 
 4 O may it be my constant choice, 
 
 To walk with men of grace below. 
 Till I arrive where heavenly joys, 
 And never fading honours grow. 
 
 232. L. M. Cowpcr. 
 
 . My soul thirsteth for G od. Ps. xlii. 2. 
 
 1 I THIRST, but not as once I did, 
 
 The vain delights of earth to share j 
 Thy wounds, Emmanuel, all forbid 
 That I should seek my pleasure there. 
 
 2 It was the sight of thy dear cross, 
 
 First wean'd my soul from earthly things; 
 And taught me to esteem as dross, 
 
 The mirth of fools and pomp of kings. 
 
 o I want that grace, that springs from thee, 
 That quickens all things where it flows. 
 And makes a wretched thorn like me, 
 Bloom as the myrtle, or the rose. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 233 
 
 4 Dear fountain of delight unknown ! 
 
 No longer sink below the brim ; 
 But overflow, and pour me down, 
 A living and life-giving stream! 
 
 5 For sure of all the plants that share 
 
 The notice of my Father's eye; 
 None proves less grateful to his care, 
 Or yields him meaner fruit than I. 
 
 233. C. M. Watts. 
 
 (iod the Thunderer ; or, the last Judgment and Hell, 
 Made i : a great storm of thunder, Aug. 1697. 
 
 1 SING to the Lord, ye heav'nly hosts ; 
 
 And thou, O earth, adore: 
 Let death and hell, through all their coasts 
 Stand trembling at his power. 
 
 2 His sounding chariot shakes the sky ; 
 
 He makes the clouds his throne; 
 There all his stores of lightning lie. 
 Till vengeance dart them down. 
 
 3 His nostrils breathe out fiery streams. 
 
 And from his awful tongue 
 A sovereign voice divides the flames, 
 And thunder roars along. 
 
 4 Think, O my soul, the dreadful day 9 
 
 When this incensed God 
 Shall rend the sky, and burn the sea, 
 And fling his wrath abroad, 
 
234 AMERICAN 
 
 5 What shall the wretch, the sinner do; 
 
 He once defied the Lord ! 
 But he shall dread the Thund'rer now. 
 And sink beneath his word. 
 
 6 Tempests of angry fire shall rolL 
 
 To blast the rebel worm, 
 And beit upon his naked soul, 
 In one eternal storm. 
 
 234. L. M. W. R- 
 
 Reflections on a thunder storm. 
 
 1 WHEN lightnings flash and thunders roar. 
 
 And storms and tempests rend the sky ; 
 
 The sinner dreads the Thund'rer's pow'r. 
 
 And fears some awful vengeance nigh. 
 
 2 If now he calls his sins to mind, 
 
 And conscience stares him in the face. 
 His trembling soul is half inclined, 
 To own his need of pard'ning grace. 
 
 3 But when the burning blaze is o'er, 
 
 And the tremendous tempests cease, 
 The thund'ring voice he fears no more, 
 Hush'd with the boist'rous storm to peace. 
 
 4 Lord, I would fear thee while 'tis calm, 
 
 And the horizon bright and clear, 
 When no dark clouds portend a storm, 
 Nor one apparent danger near. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 23i 
 
 In life's most cairn and blissful hour, 
 A precious Jesus I'll embrace ; 
 His name, his truth, his pow'r adore; 
 When least I seem to need his grace. 
 
 6 Thy love be my supreme desire, 
 Long as I draw my vital breath ; 
 Then will my God himself be near, 
 In the devouring storm of death. 
 
 235. S. M. Tract Mag. 
 11 J\Iy times are in thy hand. 11 Ps. xxxi. 1J 
 
 1 " My times are in thy hand," 
 
 My God I wish them there; 
 My life, my friends, my soul I leave, 
 Entirely to thy care. 
 
 2 " My times are in thy hand,'' 
 
 Whatever they may be, 
 Pleasing or painful, dark or bright, 
 As best may seem to thee. 
 
 3 " My times are in thy hand," 
 
 Why should I doubt or fear ? 
 My father's hand will never cause 
 His child a needless tear. 
 
 4 "My times are in thy hand/' 
 
 Jesus the crucified ; 
 The hand my cruel sins had piere'd, 
 U now my guard and guide. 
 T 
 
236 AMERICAN SEAMAV- 
 
 5 "My times are in thy hand," 
 
 Jesus my Advocate ; 
 Nor shall thy hand be stretch'd in vain 
 For me to supplicate. 
 
 6 "My times are in thy hand/' 
 
 I'll always trust in thee ; 
 And, after death at thy right hand 
 I shall for ever be. 
 
 236. C. M. NewSelec. 
 Tribulation, John xvi. 33. 
 
 1 YE that would after Jesus press. 
 
 Should fix this firm and sure : 
 That tribulation, more or less, 
 You must and shall endure. 
 
 2 From this there can be none exempt : 
 
 'Tis God's own wise decree ; 
 Satan the weakest saint will tempt. 
 Nor is the strongest free. 
 
 8 The world opposes from without, 
 And unbelief within : 
 We fear, we faint, we grieve, we doubt 
 And feel the load of sin. 
 
 4 Glad frames too often lift us up : 
 And then how proud we grow ! 
 Till sad desertion makes us droop. 
 And down we sink as low. 
 
HYMN ROOK. 1. 
 
 5 Ten thousand baits the foe preparer 
 
 To catch the wandering heart ; 
 And seldom do we see the snares, 
 Before we feel the smart. 
 
 6 But let not all this terrify, 
 
 Pursue the narrow path ; 
 Look to the Lord with steadfast eye, 
 And fight with hell by faith. 
 
 T Though we are feeble, Christ is strong ; 
 His promises are true ; 
 We shall be conq'rors all ere long. 
 And more than conq'rors too. 
 
 237« L. M. Newton; 
 
 Trust in God. 
 
 1 THAT man no guards or weapons needs, 
 
 Whose heart the blood of Jesus knows : 
 But safe may pass, if duty leads, 
 
 Thro' burning sands or mountain snows 
 
 2 Releas'd from guilt, he feels no fear ; 
 
 Redemption is his shield and tow'r : 
 He sees his Saviour always near, 
 To help in ev'ry trying hour. 
 
 3 Though I am weak and Satan strong. 
 
 And often to assault me tries ; 
 When Jesus is my shield and song, 
 Aba«h'd the wolf hpfor^ me flie? 
 
238 AMERICAN SEAMAN^ 
 
 4 His love possessing, I am blest, 
 
 Secure whatever change may come ; 
 Whether I go to east or west, 
 
 With him I still shall be at home. 
 
 5 If plac'd beneath the northern pole, 
 
 Though winter reigns with rigour there : 
 His gracious beams would cheer my soul, 
 And make a spring throughout the year. 
 
 6 Or if the desert's sunburnt soil, 
 
 My lonely dwelling e'er should prove; 
 His presence would support my toil, 
 Whose smile is life, whose voice is love., 
 
 238. Us. Newton. 
 I will trust and not be afraid. Is. xii. 2, 
 
 1 BEGONE unbelief, my Saviour is near, 
 And for my relief will surely appear. 
 
 By prayer let me wrestle, and he will perform. 
 With Christ in the vessel, I smile at the 
 storm. 
 
 2 Though dark be my way, since he is my 
 
 guide, 
 Tis mine to obey, 'tis his to provide ; 
 Though cisterns be broken, and creatures all 
 
 fail, 
 The word he has spoken, shall surely prevail. 
 
 8 His love in time past forbids me to think* 
 He'll leave me at last in trouble to sink •„ 
 

 HYMN BOOK. ZOO 
 
 Each sweet Ebenezer I have in review, 
 Confirms his good pleasure to help me quite 
 through. 
 
 4 Determin'd to save, he watclrd o'er my path, 
 When Satan's blind slave I sported with death : 
 And can he have taught me to trust in hh 
 
 name, 
 And thus far have brought me, to put me to 
 shame? 
 
 5 Why should I complain of want or distresV. 
 Temptation or pain? He told me no less: 
 The heirs of salvation, I know from his word, 
 Through much tribulation, must follow their 
 
 Lord. 
 
 6 How bitter that cup, no heart can conceive, 
 Which he drank quite up, that sinners might 
 
 live! 
 His way was much rougher, and darkerthmi 
 
 mine ; 
 Did Jesus thus suffer, and shall I repine? 
 
 7 Since all that I meet, shall work for m\ 
 
 good, 
 The bitter is sweet, the med'cine is food ; 
 Though painful at present, 'twill cease before 
 
 long, 
 And then, Oh ! how pleasant the conqueror's 
 
 ^one ! 
 
 T 2 
 
259 AMERICAN ri£AMA,N V 3 
 
 239. 148th. De Comv.y 
 
 The Christian's spiritual voyage, 
 
 1 JESUS, at thy command 
 
 I launch into the deep, 
 And leave my native land, 
 
 Where sin lulls all asleep: 
 For thee I would the world resign, 
 And sail to heav'n with thee and thine. 
 
 2 Thou art my Pilot wise ; 
 
 My compass is thy word : 
 My soul each storm defies, 
 
 While I have such a Lord ! 
 I trust thy faithfulness and pow'r. 
 To save me in the trying hour. 
 
 3 Though rocks and quicksands deep, 
 
 Through all my passage lie ; 
 Yet Christ will safely keep, 
 
 And guide me with his eye : 
 My anchor, hope, shall firm abide, 
 And I each boist'rows storm outride. 
 
 4 By faith I see the land, 
 
 The port of endless rest: 
 My soul thy sails expand, 
 
 And fly to Jesus' breast ! 
 Oh may 1 reach the heavenly shore, 
 Where winds and waves distress no more* 
 
HYMN HOOK. 24(> 
 
 9 Whenever becalm'd I lie, 
 
 And storms forbear to toss; 
 Be thou, dear Lord! still nigh, 
 
 Lest I should suffer loss! 
 For more the treach'rous calm I dread 
 Than billows bursting o'er my head, 
 
 6 Come, Holy Ghost, and blow 
 
 A prosp'rous gale of grace, 
 Waft me from all below, 
 
 To heav'n my destin'd place ! 
 Then in full sail, my port I'll find, 
 And leave the world and sin behind. 
 
 240. CM. R. L- 
 
 Voyage to Canaan. Gen. xii. 5. 
 
 1 BLEST are the happy souls who prove 
 
 The gift of saving grace ; 
 They triumph in redeeming love, 
 While onward still they press. 
 
 2 Thro' aid divine they've chose the course f 
 
 That leads to Canaan's shore, 
 'Where love and joy for ever flow, 
 And fears distress no more. 
 
 3 What tho' their passage here below 
 
 Is full of grief and pain, 
 To Zion's holy mount they go, 
 With Jesus there to reicrn. 
 
241 AMERICAN SEAMAN ? fl 
 
 4 His promise ever is the same; 
 He is a God of love : 
 And they shall shortly praise his name. 
 In Salem's courts above. 
 
 6 O happy men, who thus are kept 
 By his Almighty pow'r ! 
 They safely will be landed there. 
 On heaven's eternal shore. 
 
 241. C. M. Newton. 
 Paul's voyage. Acts xxvii. 
 
 1 IF Paul in Caesar's court must stand. 
 
 He need not fear the sea; 
 Secur'd from harm on ev'ry hand 
 By the divine decree. 
 
 2 Although the ship in which hesaiPd, 
 
 By dreadful storms was tost; 
 The promise overall prevailed, 
 And not a life was lost. 
 
 3 Jesus! the God whom Paul adorYi, 
 
 Who saves in time of need ; 
 Was then confess 5 d by all on board. 
 A present help indeed ! 
 
 4 Believers thus are toss'd about, 
 
 On life's tempestuous main ; 
 But grace assures beyond a doubt. 
 They shall their port attain. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 24 v & 
 
 5 They must, they shall one day appear 
 Before their Saviour's throne; 
 The storms they meet with by the w av, 
 But make his power known. 
 
 G Their passage lies across the brink 
 Of many a threat'ning wave ; 
 The world expects to see them sink, 
 But Jesus lives to save. 
 
 7 Lord, tho' we are but feeble worms* 
 Yet since thy word is past, 
 We'll venture through a thousand storms, 
 To see thy face at last* 
 
 242. 7. 6. 7. 6. 7. 7. 7. & Newton 
 
 Warning. 
 
 1 STOP, poor sinner, stop and thinfc* 
 
 Before you farther go ! 
 Will you sport upon the brink 
 
 Of everlasting wo? 
 Once again, I charge you stop 5 
 
 For, unless you warning take, 
 Ere you are aware, you'll drop 
 
 Into the burning lake ! 
 
 2 Say, have you an arm like God, 
 
 That you will his oppose ? 
 Fear you not that iron rod, 
 
 With which he breaks his foes! 
 
243 AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 
 Can you stand in that dread day. 
 
 When he judgment shall proclaim. 
 And' the earth shall melt away 
 
 Like wax before the flame? 
 
 3 Pale-fac'd death will quickly come. 
 
 To drag you to his bar; 
 Then to hear your awful doom, 
 
 Will fill you with despair : 
 All your sins will round you crowd. 
 
 Sins of a blood-crimson dye ; 
 Each for vengeance crying loud. 
 
 And what can you reply? 
 
 4 But as yet there is a hope. 
 
 You may his mercy know : 
 Though his arm is lifted up, 
 
 He still forbears the blow : 
 *Twas for sinners Jesus dy'd, 
 
 Sinners he invites to come; 
 None who come shall be deny'd. 
 
 He says, " There still is room." 
 
 243- U ftl. Carbanlti. 
 
 The Christian warfare. 
 
 1 AWAKE, my soul ! lift up thine eyes 
 See where thy foes against thee ri9e 
 In long array, a numerous host; 
 Awake my sonl or thou art lost; 
 
HYMN BOOK. 244 
 
 2 See where rebellious passions rage, 
 And fierce desires and lusts engage ; 
 The meanest foe of all the train 
 
 Has thousands and ten thousands slain. 
 
 3 Thou tread'st upon enchanted ground : 
 Perils and snares beset thee round ; 
 Beware of all ; guard every part, 
 
 But most, the traitor in thy heart. 
 
 4 Come then, my soul ! now learn to wield 
 The weight of thine immortal shield; 
 Put on thy armour from above 
 
 Of heavenly truth, and heavenly love. 
 
 5 The terror and the charm repel, 
 
 And powers of earth, and powers of hell ; 
 The man of Calvary triumph'd here; 
 Why should his faithful followers fear. 
 
 244. P- M. Watts' Lyric* 
 
 The comparison and complaint. 
 
 1 INFINITE power, eternal Lord, 
 How sovereign is thy hand ! 
 All nature rose V obey thy word, 
 And moves at thy command. 
 
 1 With steady course thy shining sun, 
 Keeps his appointed way : 
 And all the hours obedient run. 
 The circles of the dav. 
 
245 AMERICAN SEAMAN^ 
 
 3 But ah ! how wide my spirit flies, 
 
 And wanders from her God ! 
 My soul forgets the heavenly prize, 
 And treads the downward road. 
 
 4 Great God, create my soul anew, 
 
 Conform my heart to thine, 
 Melt down my will, and let it flow, 
 And take the mould divine. 
 
 5 Then shall my feet no more depart, 
 
 Nor wandering senses rove ; 
 Devotion shall be all my heart, 
 And all my passions love. 
 
 245. C. M, Watts' Lyrics. 
 A song to creating wisdom. 
 
 1 ETERNAL Wisdom, thee we praise, 
 
 Thee the creation sings ! 
 With thy lov'd name, rocks hills and seas, 
 And heaven's high palace rings. 
 
 2 Thy hand how wide it spread the sky ! 
 
 How glorious to behold ! 
 'f ing'd with the blue of heav'nly dye, 
 And starr'd with sparkling gold. 
 
 o Thy glories blaze all nature round, 
 And strike the gazing sight, 
 Through skies and seas, and solid ground. 
 With terror and delicht. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 246 
 
 4 Infinite strength and equal skill, 
 
 Shine through the world abroad, 
 Our souls with vast amazement fill, 
 And speak the builder, God. 
 
 5 But still the wonders of thy grace 
 
 Our softer passions move; 
 Pity divine in Jesus' face, 
 We see, adore, and love. 
 
 246- C. M. Newton. 
 Waiting at Wisdom's gates. Prov. viii. 34, 35. 
 
 1 ENSNAR'D too long my heart has been, 
 
 In folly's hurtful ways ; 
 Ah ! may I now, at length, begin 
 To hear what wisdom says! 
 
 2 'Tis Jesus, from the mercy-seat, 
 
 Invites me to his rest ; 
 He calls poor sinners to his feet, 
 To make them truly blest. 
 
 3 Approach my soul to wisdom's gate, 
 
 While it is call'd to-day ; 
 No one that watches there and waits, 
 Shall e'er be turn'd away. 
 
 4 He will not let me seek in vain, 
 
 For all who trust his word, 
 Shall everlasting life obtain, 
 Yud favour from the Lord. 
 U 
 
247 AMERICAN S£AMAN ? S 
 
 5 Lord, I have hated thee too long, 
 
 And dar'd thee to thy face; 
 I've done my soul exceeding wrong. 
 In slighting all thy grace. 
 
 6 Now I would break my league with death. 
 
 And live to thee alone ; 
 
 let thy Spirit's seal of faith, 
 
 Secure me for thine own. 
 
 24l7 a L. M. Ap. Rippon's Selec. 
 The care of the soul the one thing needful. Luke x. 42, 
 
 1 WHY will you lavish out your years, 
 Amidst a thousand trifling cares ? 
 While in this various range of thought. 
 The one thing needful is forgot ? 
 
 2 Why will ye chase the fleeting wind? 
 And famish an immortal mind ; 
 While angels with regret look down, 
 To see you spurn a heavenly crown ? 
 
 3 Th' eternal God calls from above, 
 And Jesus pleads his bleeding love ; 
 Awaken'd conscience gives you pain, 
 And shall they join their pleas in vain r 
 
 4 Not so your dying eyes shall view 
 Those objects which you now pursue ! 
 Not so shall heav'n and hell appear. 
 When the decisive hour is near. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 248,249 
 
 5 Almighty God, thy pow'r impart, 
 To fix convictions on the heart ; 
 Thy pow'r unveils the blindest eyes, 
 And makes the haughtiest scorner wise. 
 
 248a C, M. Rippon ? s Selection. 
 
 The whole xcorld no compensation for the loss of the soul. 
 Mark viii. 36. 
 
 1 LORD, shall we part with gold for dross, 
 
 With solid good for show ? 
 Outlive our bli^s, and mourn our loss 
 In everlasting wo ? 
 
 2 Let us not lose the living God, 
 
 For one short dream of joy ; 
 With fond embrace cling to a clod, 
 And fling all heav'n aw T ay. 
 
 3 Vain world thy weak attempts forbear: 
 
 We all thy charms defy; 
 And rate our precious souls too dear. 
 For all thy wealth to buy. 
 
 249. L. M. (1st part) A. Z . 
 
 Far eve ell to the world. 
 
 1 VAIN world withdraw thy glitt'ring snares, 
 Xor longer tempt my eyes or ears; 
 
 Thy boasted joys are base and vain, 
 A prelude to eternal pain. 
 
 2 Thy pleasures cannot bless my mind : 
 Thy gifts are not enough refin'd ; 
 My spirit wants superior good, 
 Which onlv can be found in God, 
 
249 AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 
 3 I bid thee, once for all, adieu ; 
 Sublimer pleasures I pursue, 
 Which everlastingly arise; 
 
 On which I feast my longing eyes. 
 
 4 Pleasures which time can ne'er destroy. 
 Nor in th' enjoyment ever cloy; 
 
 But endless years abide the same, 
 For Jesus feeds the sacred flame. 
 
 5 Jesus, display thy heav'nly charms, 
 And take me to thy loving arms; 
 O may my soul thy beauties see, 
 And be completely blest in thee. 
 
 249. L. M. (2d part) Watts. 
 
 Parting with carnal joys. 
 
 1 I SEND the joys of earth away: 
 Away ye tempters of the mind, 
 False as the smooth deceitful sea, 
 And empty as the whistling wind. 
 
 % Your streams were floating me along 
 Down to the gulf of black despair ; 
 And whilst I listened to your song, 
 
 Your streams had e'en convey'd me there. 
 
 3 Lord, I adore thy matchless grace, 
 That warn'd me of that dark abyss, 
 That drew me from those treacherous seas. 
 And bid me seek superior bliss. 
 
IliMN BOOK. 250 
 
 I Now to the shining realms above 
 
 I stretch my hands, and glance mine eyes : 
 O for the pinions of a dove, 
 To bear me to the upper skies ! 
 
 5 There from the bosom of my God 
 Oceans of endless pleasures roll; 
 There would I fix my last abode, 
 And drown the sorrows of mv soul. 
 
 250. C. M. z . 
 
 A lost world. 2 Pet. ii. 5. 
 
 1 A SHIPWRECK'D world bestrew the shores 
 
 Of vast eternity, 
 While Sinai's thund'ring tempest roars. 
 Man's endless destiny. 
 
 2 Wreck'd in the storm which sin had rais'd. 
 
 The whole creation groans, 
 While fiery hills their lightnings blaze, 
 'Mid nature's dying moans. 
 
 3 But grace — what wonders grace has done! 
 
 Sinners be not afraid ; 
 God lov'd the world, and gave his Son. 
 And Christ the storm allay'd* 
 
 4 The rage of heav'n and hell he bore, 
 
 And died a world to save, 
 Triumphant reached yon blissful shore. 
 Nor left an anecrv wave. 
 
251 AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 
 5 Here's refuge from the stormy blast, 
 To Christ let seamen steer ; 
 On him be my soul's anchor cast, 
 Millions have harbour' d here. 
 
 251. L M. Davies. 
 
 Wreck of nature. Is. xxiv. IS — 20. 
 
 1 HOW great, how terrible that God 
 Who shakes creation with his nod ? 
 
 He frowns — earth, sea, all nature's frame 
 Sink in one universal flame. 
 
 2 Where now, O where shall sinners seek 
 For shelter in the general wreck? 
 Shall falling rocks be o'er them thrown? 
 See rocks, like snow, dissolving down ! 
 
 3 In vain for mercy now they cry ; 
 In lakes of liquid fire they lie; 
 There on the flaming billows tost, 
 For ever — O ! for ever lost. 
 
 4 But saints, undaunted and serene, 
 Your eyes shall view the dreadful scene; 
 Your Saviour lives, though worlds expire, 
 And earth and skies dissolve in fire. 
 
 5 Jesus, the helpless creature's friend, 
 To thee my all I dare commend; 
 Thou cansH preserve my feeble soul, 
 When lightnings blaze from pole to pole. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 252, 253 
 
 252. C. M. Newton. 
 
 1 WE seek a rest beyond the skies. 
 
 In everlasting day ; 
 Through floods and flames the passage lies^ 
 But Jesus guards the way. 
 
 2 The swelling flood, and raging flame. 
 
 Hear and obey his word; 
 Then let us triumph in his name, 
 Our Saviour is the Lord. 
 
 353. c. m. w. a- 
 
 Affections set on high. Colossians iii. 1 — 4. 
 
 1 BORN from above, the soul aspires 
 
 To realms of endless day; 
 His noblest passions and desires 
 On earth disdain to stay. 
 
 2 He lives above whilst here below ; 
 
 In Christ hi? life is hid; 
 And endless pleasure he shall know. 
 For Jesus so hath said. 
 
 3 At last with Christ he shall appear, 
 
 And be with glory crowivd : 
 IN or death, nor hell, he,need not feav r 
 Whilst he in Christ is found, 
 
254, 255 American seaman's 
 254. L. M. Watts. 
 
 At dismission. 
 
 1 BLESS'D be the Father and his love, 
 
 To whose celestial source we owe 
 Rivers of endless joys above, 
 And rills of comfort here below. 
 
 2 Glory to thee, great Son of God, 
 
 From whose dear wounded body roll? 
 A precious stream of vital blood, 
 Pardon and life for dying souls. 
 
 3 We give the sacred Spirit praise, 
 
 Who in our hearts of sin and wo, 
 Makes living springs of grace arise. 
 And into boundless glory flow. 
 
 4 Thus God the Father, God the Son, 
 
 And God the Spirit, we adore, 
 
 That sea of life, and love unknown, 
 
 Without a bottom or a shore. 
 
 255. L. M. H. K. White. 
 
 JJt parting. 
 
 1 CHRISTIAN brethren! ere we part, 
 Join every voice and every heart ; 
 One solemn hymn to God we raise, 
 One final song of grateful praise. 
 
 2 Christians, we here may meet no more, 
 But there is yet a happier shore ; 
 And there, released from toil and pain. 
 Rmthren. we shall meet acnin. 
 
HYAIJS BOOK. 256,257 
 
 3 Now to God, the Three in One, 
 Be eternal glory done; 
 Raise, ye saints, the sound again, 
 Ye nations, join the loud Amen. 
 
 25Sr L. M. Rippon's Selec. 
 
 Ji propitious gale longed for. 
 
 1 AT anchor laid, remote from home, 
 Toiling, I cry, '' Sweet Spirit, come ! 
 Celestial breeze, no longer stay, 
 
 But swell my sails and speed my way ! 
 
 2 Fain would I mount, fain would I glow, 
 And loose my cable from below ; 
 
 But I can only spread my sail ; 
 
 Thou, thou must breathe th' auspicious gale."'" 
 
 S57„ C. M. Miss Harrison, 
 
 1 TO Him that brought salvation nigh. 
 
 Let praise incessant rise ; 
 Raise, saints, your hallelujahs high, 
 Above the lofty skies. 
 
 2 Praise God, from whence your comforts flow. 
 
 Sing your Redeemer's love; 
 Praise the eternal Spirit too, 
 Who taiiprht vou from above 
 
258,259 AMERICAN seaman's 
 
 258. S. M. MissHarrisoi;. 
 
 1 SALVATION'S work is done, 
 
 The law is all obey'd ; 
 To God the Father — God the Son 
 Be endless honours paid. 
 
 2 All glory to his name, 
 
 Who hung upon the tree ; 
 Let the whole earth repeat the same. 
 He bled aud died for me. 
 
 259. 7s. Rippon's Sclec. 
 
 Pleasures of Religion. 
 
 1 'TIS religion that can give 
 Sweetest pleasures while we live ; 
 'Tis religion must supply 
 
 Solid comfort when we die. 
 
 2 After death its joys will be 
 Lasting as eternity ! 
 
 Be the living God my friend, 
 Then my bliss shall never end. 
 
 260. L. M. Watts. 
 Baptism. Matth. xxxviii. 19. Acts ii. 33. 
 
 'TWAS the commission of our Lord, 
 
 " Go teach the nations, and baptize. 
 The nations have receiv'd the word. 
 Since he ascended to the skies. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 261 
 
 2 He sits upon the eternal hills, 
 
 With grace and pardon in his hands. 
 And sends his cov'nant with the seals, 
 To bless the distant Christian lands. 
 
 3 " Repent, and be baptiz'd,' 5 he saith, 
 
 " For the remission of your sins ; 
 And thus our sense assists our faith, 
 And shows us what his Gospel means. 
 
 4 Our souls he washes in his blood, 
 
 As water makes the body clean ; 
 And the good Spirit from our God 
 Descends like purifying rain. 
 
 5 Thus we engage ourselves to thee, 
 
 And seal our cov'nant with the Lord; 
 O may the great eternal Three 
 In heaven our solemn vows record ! 
 
 261. L. M. Watts. 
 Believers buried with Christ in Baptism. Rom. \i. 3, &c. 
 
 1 DO we not know that solemn word, 
 That we are bury'd with the Lord ; 
 Baptiz'd into his death, and then 
 Put off the body of our sin? 
 
 2 Our souls receive diviner breath, 
 Rais'd from corruption, guilt, and death : 
 So from the grave did Christ arise, 
 
 And lives to God above the skies. 
 
262,263 AMERICAN seaman's 
 
 3 No more let sin or Satan reign 
 Over our mortal flesh again ; 
 The various lusts we serv'd before, 
 Shall have dominion now no more. 
 
 262a L. M. Rippon's Selec. 
 The Administrator. 
 
 1 " GO teach the nations and baptize," 
 Aloud the ascending Jesus cries : 
 His glad apostles took the word, 
 
 And round the nations preach'd their Lord. 
 
 2 Commissioned thus, by Zion's King, 
 We to his holy laver bring 
 
 These happy converts, who have known 
 And trusted in his grace alone. 
 
 3 Lord, in thy house they seek thy face, 
 O bless them with peculiar grace : 
 Refresh their souls with love divine, 
 Let beams of glory round them shine* 
 
 263 a C. M. James Newton. 
 After Baptism. Mark xvi. 16. 
 
 1 "PROCLAIM," saith Christ, "my won- 
 
 d'rous grace 
 To all the sons of men ; 
 He that believes, and is baptiz'd, 
 Salvation shall obtain." 
 
 2 Let plenteous grace descend on those 
 
 Who, hoping in thy word, 
 This day have publicly declared, 
 That Jesus is their Lord. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 264 
 
 3 With cheerful feet may they advance, 
 And run the Christian race ; 
 And through the troubles of the way ; 
 Find all-sufficient grace. 
 
 264. C. M. Doddridge. 
 
 A practical improvement of Baptism. Col. iii. 1. 
 
 1 ATTEND, ye children of your God ; 
 
 "Ye heirs of glory hear ; 
 For accents so divine as these, 
 Might charm the dullest ear. 
 
 2 Baptiz'd into your Saviour's death, 
 
 Your souls to sin must die ; 
 With Christ, your Lord, ye live anew, 
 With Christ ascend on high. 
 
 3 There by his Father's side he sits, 
 
 Enthron'd divinely fair ; 
 Yet owns himself your brother still, 
 And your forerunner there. 
 
 4 Rise from these earthly trifles, rise 
 
 On wings of faith and love ; 
 Above your choicest treasure lies, 
 And be your hearts above. 
 
 5 But earth and sin will drag us down, 
 
 When we attempt to fly ; 
 Lord, send thy strong attractive pow*r 
 To raise and fix us high. 
 X 
 
265 AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 
 265. C. M. Watts. 
 
 Faith assisted by sense ; or, Preaching, Baptism, and the Lord's 
 Supper. 
 
 1 MY Saviour God, my Sov'reign Prince, 
 
 Reigns far above the skies ; 
 But brings his graces down to sense, 
 And helps my faith to rise. 
 
 2 My eyes and ears shall bless his name, 
 
 They read and hear his word : 
 My touch and taste shall do the same, 
 When they receive the Lord. 
 
 3 Baptismal water is design'd 
 
 To seal his cleansing grace, 
 While at his feast of bread and wine. 
 He gives his saints a place. 
 
 4 But not the waters of a flood 
 
 Can make my flesh so clean, 
 As by his Spirit and his blood, 
 He'll wash my soul from sin. 
 
 5 Not choicest meats or noblest wines 
 
 So much my heart refresh 
 As when my faith goes through the signs. 
 And feeds upon his flesh. 
 
 I love the Lord, who stoops so low 
 To give his word a seal : 
 But the rich grace his hands bestow 
 Exceeds the figures still, 
 
HYMN BOOK. 266, 267 
 
 266. L. M. Watts. 
 
 The Lord's Supper instituted. 1 Cor. xi. 23. 
 
 'TWAS on that dark, that doleful night, 
 When powers of earth and hell arose 
 Against the Son of God's delight, 
 And friends betray 'd him to his foes. 
 
 2 Before the mournful scene began, 
 
 He took the bread, and bless'd and brake ; 
 W 7 hat love through all his actions ran ! 
 What wond'rous words of grace he spake ! 
 
 3 " This is my body, broke for sin, 
 
 Receive and eat the living food;' 5 
 Then took the cup and bless'd the wine ; 
 " 'Tis the new cov'nant in my blood. 
 
 4 Do this (he cried) till time shall end, 
 In mem'ry of your dying friend ; 
 Meet at my table, and record 
 
 The love of your departed Lord."' 
 
 5 [Jesus ! thy feast we celebrate, 
 
 We show thy death, we sing thy name, 
 Till thou return, and we shall eat 
 The marriage supper of the Lamb.] 
 
 267. S. M. Watts. 
 Communion with Christ and his saints. 1 Cor. x. 16, 17, 
 
 1 [JESUS invites his saints 
 
 To meet around his board ; 
 Here pardon'd rebels sit, and hold 
 Communion with their Lord. 
 
268 AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 
 2 For food he gave his flesh ; 
 
 He bids us drink his blood ; 
 Amazing favour, matchless grace, 
 Of our descending God ! 
 
 3 This holy bread and wine 
 
 Maintains our fainting breath, 
 By union with our living Lord, 
 And int'rest in his death.] 
 
 4 Our heav'nly Father calls 
 
 Christ and his members one; 
 We the young children of his love, 
 And he the first-born Son. 
 
 5 We are but several parts 
 
 Of the same broken bread ; 
 One body hath its sev'ral limbs, 
 But Jesus is the head. 
 
 G Let all our pow'rs be join'd 
 His glorious name to raise : 
 Pleasure and love fill every mind r 
 And every voice be praise. 
 
 268. C. M. Watts. 
 The agonies of Christ. 
 
 1 NOW let our pains be all forgot, 
 Our hearts no more repine ; 
 Our sufFrings are not worth a thought, 
 When, Lord, compar'd with thine. 
 
HYMN BOOK. 269 
 
 2 In lively figures here we see 
 
 The bleeding Prince of Love ; 
 Each of us hopes he died for me, 
 And then our griefs remove. 
 
 3 [Our humble faith here takes her rise. 
 
 While sitting round his board; 
 And back to Calvary she flies, 
 To view her groaning Lord. 
 
 4 His soul what agonies it felt 
 
 When his own God withdrew ! 
 And the large load of all our guilt 
 Lay heavy on him too. 
 
 5 But the divinity within 
 
 Supported him to bear : 
 Dying, he conquer'd hell and sin, 
 And made his triumph there. 
 
 6 Grace, wisdom, justice, join'd, and wrought, 
 
 The wonders of that day; 
 No mortal tongue, nor mortal thought 
 Can equal thanks repay. 
 
 7 Our hymns should sound like those above, 
 
 Could we our voices raise ; 
 Yet, Lord, our hearts shall all be love, 
 And all our lives be praise. 
 
 269. L. M. Watts. 
 
 Cflory in the Cross ; or, not ashamed of Christ crucified, 
 
 1 AT thy command, our dearest Lord, 
 Here we attend thy dying feast ; 
 Tby blood, like wine, adorns thy board, 
 And thine own flesh feeds every guest. 
 X s 
 
270 AMERICAN SEAMAN ? S 
 
 2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love, 
 
 And trusts for life in one that died; 
 We hope for heav'nly crowns above, 
 From a Redeemer crucified. 
 
 3 Let the vain world pronounce it shame, 
 
 And fling their scandals on thy cause; 
 We come to boast our Saviour's name, 
 And make our triumphs in his cross. 
 
 4 With joy we tell the scoffing age, 
 
 He that was dead hath left his tomb, 
 He lives above their utmost rage, 
 And we are waiting till he come. 
 
 270. L. M. Beddome. 
 
 Holy admiration and joy. 
 
 1 JESUS, when faith with fixed eyes, 
 Beholds thy wondrous sacrifice, 
 Love rises to an ardent flame, 
 And we all other hope disclaim. 
 
 2 With cold affections, who can see 
 
 The thorns, the scourge, the nails, thetree, 
 Thy flowing tears, and purple sweat, 
 Thy bleeding hands, and head, and feet? 
 
 o Look, saints, into his opening side; 
 
 The breach how large, how deep, how widef 
 Thence issues forth a double flood 
 Of cleansing water, pard'ninc: blood. 
 
HYMN BOOK, " 271 
 
 4 Hence, O my soul, a balsam flows 
 
 To heal thy wounds, and cure thy woes ; 
 Immortal joys come streaming down, 
 Joys, like his griefs, immense, unknown. 
 
 5 Thus I could ever, ever sing 
 
 The sufferings of my heavenly King; 
 With growing pleasures spread abroad 
 The mysteries of a dying God. 
 
 271. C. M. Dr. J. Stennett, 
 
 For the Lord's Table. 
 
 I LORD, at thy table I behold 
 The wonders of thy grace ; 
 But most of all admire that I 
 Should find a welcome place ; 
 
 2 I that am all defil'd with sin, 
 
 A rebel to my God ; 
 I that have crucified his Son, 
 And trampled on his blood. 
 
 3 What strange surprising grace is this, 
 
 That such a soul has room ! 
 My Saviour takes me by the hand, 
 My Jesus bids me come. 
 
 4 "Eat, O my friends," the Saviour cries, 
 
 " The feast was made for you ; 
 For you I groan'd, and bled and died, 
 And rose, and triumph-d too." 
 
272 AMERICAN SEAMAIDS 
 
 5 With trembling faith and bleeding hearty 
 
 Lord, we accept thy love : 
 'Tis a rich banquet we have had ; 
 What will it be above? 
 
 6 Ye saints below, and hosts of heaver?. 
 
 Join all your praising powers ; 
 No theme is like redeeming love, 
 No Saviour is like ours. 
 
 7 Had I ten thousand hearts, dear Lord ? 
 
 I'd give them all to thee : 
 Had I ten thousand tongues, they all 
 Should join the harmony. 
 
 272. C M. Dr. S. Stennet. 
 
 My flesh is meat indeed. Jclin vi. 53 — 55- 
 
 1 HERE, at thy table, Lord, we meet 
 
 To feed on food divine : 
 Thy body is the bread we eat, 
 Thy precious blood the wine. 
 
 2 He that prepares this rich repast, 
 
 Himself comes down and dies : 
 And then invites us thus to feast 
 Upon the sacrifice. 
 
 3 The bitter torments he endurd 
 
 Upon the shameful cross, 
 For us, his welcome guests, procur'd 
 These heart-reviviugjoys. 
 
HYMN BOOK, 273 
 
 4 His body torn with rudest hands 
 
 Becomes the finest bread : 
 And, with the blessing he commands, 
 Our noblest hopes are fed. 
 
 5 His blood that from each op'ning vein 
 
 In purple torrents ran ; 
 Hath filPd this cup with gen'rous wine. 
 That cheers both God and man. 
 
 "j Sure there was never love so free, 
 Dear Saviour, so divine ! 
 Well thou mayst claim that heart of me, 
 Which owes so much to thine. 
 
 7 Yes, thou shalt surely have my heart. 
 My soul, my strength, my all. 
 With life itself I'll freely part, 
 My Jesus, at thy call. 
 
 273. L. M. Steele. 
 
 Communion with Christ at his Table. 
 
 1 TO Jesus, our exalted Lord, 
 
 (Dear name, by heaven and earth ador'd!) 
 Fain would our hearts and voices raise 
 A cheerful song of sacred praise. 
 
 2 But all the notes which mortals know 
 Are weak, and languishing, and low ; 
 Far, far above our humble songs, 
 The theme demands immortal tongues. 
 
274 AMERICAN SEAMAN'S 
 
 3 Yet while around his board we meet. 
 And humbly worship at his feet; 
 
 O let our warm affections move, 
 In glad returns of grateful love! 
 
 4 Let faith our feeble senses aid, 
 
 To see thy wond'rous love displayed, 
 Thy broken flesh, thy bleeding veins. 
 Thy dreadful agonizing pains. 
 
 5 Let humble penitential wo, 
 
 With painful, pleasing anguish, flow : 
 And thy forgiving smiles impart 
 Life, hope, and joy to every heart. 
 
 274- C. M. Doddridge. 
 Room at the Gospel Feast. Luke xiv. 22. 
 
 1 THE King of Heaven his table spreads. 
 
 And dainties crown the board ; 
 Not paradise, with all its joys, 
 Could such delight afford. 
 
 2 Pardon and peace to dying men, 
 
 And endless life, are given ; 
 Through the rich blood that Jesns shed 
 To raise the soul to heaven. 
 
 3 Ye hungry poor, that long have stray'd 
 
 In sin's dark mazes, come ; 
 Come from your most obscure retreats, 
 And grace shall find you room- 
 
HYMN BOOK. 275 
 
 4 Millions of souls, in glory now, 
 
 Were fed and feasted here ; 
 And millions more still on the way 
 Around the board appear. 
 
 5 Yet is his house and heart so large, 
 
 That millions more may come; 
 Nor could the whole assembled world 
 O'erfill the spacious room. 
 
 6 All things are ready; come away. 
 
 Nor weak excuses frame; 
 Crowd to your places at the feast, 
 And bless the Founder's name. 
 
 275- C. M. Steele. 
 
 The wanders of Redemption. 
 
 1 AND did the holy and the just, 
 
 The Sovereign of the skies, 
 Stoop down to wretchedness and dust, 
 That guilty worms might rise ! 
 
 2 Yes, the Redeemer left his throne, 
 
 His radiant throne on high, 
 (Surprising mercy ! love unknown !) 
 To suffer, bleed, and die. 
 
 3 He took the dying traitor's place, 
 
 And suffer' d in his stead; 
 
 For man, (O miracle of grace!) 
 
 For man the Saviour bled ' 
 
275 am. seaman's hymn book. 
 
 4 Dear Lord, what heavenly wonders dwell 
 
 In thy atoning blood ! 
 By this are sinners snatch'd from hell* 
 And rebels brought to God. 
 
 5 Jesus, my soul adoring bends, 
 
 To love so full, so free ; 
 And may I hope that love extends 
 Its sacred power to me ! 
 
 6 What glad return can I impart 
 
 For favours so divine ? 
 O take my all — this worthless heart. 
 And make it only thine. 
 
 DOXO&OGXSS, 
 
 L. M. 
 
 TO God the Father, God the Son, 
 And God the Spirit, Three in One, 
 Be honour, praise and glory given, 
 By all on earth, and all in heaven. 
 
 C. M. 
 Let God the Father, and the Son, 
 
 And Spirit be ador'd," 
 Where there are works to make him known. 
 
 Or saints to love the Lord. 
 
 S. M. 
 Give to the Father praise, 
 
 Give glory to the Son ; 
 And to the Spirit of his gr%cr, 
 
 Be equal honours done. 
 
SU3ISCTS 
 
 3 T 1€ n s 5 
 
 ALPHABETICALLY ARRANGED, 
 
 Hymn and Page Hymn an d Pagt 
 
 A : Choosing the company of good 
 
 ALL'S WELL, or gracious men 231 
 
 dealings 1 Choosing the better part 15 
 
 Anchor, hope 110, CHRIST, offices and charac- 
 
 Lyingat 256, ters of 
 
 Answer to the great question 2 : All in all 116, 16, 17 
 
 Approaching to God, or the 
 
 effort 3 
 
 Ark, Noah saved in, and Christ 
 
 the believer's 40, 125, 4 
 Asking the way, or course to 
 Zion 5 
 
 For blessings 6 
 
 B 
 BACKSLIDER returning 
 
 134,7 
 
 Banner or flag 18 
 
 Baptism, hymns on 260 — 265 
 
 Bethel Union 8 
 
 Bethlehem Star of, 220 
 
 Bethesda, pool of 160 
 
 Bible shows the way 9 
 
 Its various uses 10 
 
 Excellency of 11 
 
 A chart and love to it 12 
 
 Broad and narrow way, and 
 
 almost Christian 40, 13 
 
 C 
 
 CALL to the Lord's children 14 
 
 A Banner 
 
 Bright and morning star 19 
 
 Captain of salvation 
 
 117, 77 
 Characters of 20 
 
 Freedom by him 2 1 
 
 Friend 88, 89, 22 
 
 Gift of God 23 
 
 Harbour or hiding place, 
 
 see Refuge 201, 175— 17S 
 Head of his people 24 
 
 Incarnation of 25 
 
 Lamb of God 26 
 
 Life of the soul 27 
 
 Light of his people 28 
 
 Messenger of the cove- 
 nant 112 
 Morning hymn to 29 
 One thing needful 247, 30 
 Physician of the soul 
 
 31—33 
 Pilot, 218,34,35 
 
 Redeemer, his me s"sage '36 
 
278 
 
 INDEX. 
 
 Hymn and Page 
 Christ the Rock 37 
 
 Security of 38 
 
 Transfiguration of 39 
 
 Way or gate 40 
 
 Comforts, true and false 41 
 Complaining of inconstancy 42 
 Compass 12S 
 
 Confession and pardon 43 
 
 Contentment, (see submis- 
 sion) 224, 238, 44 
 Casting our care on God, 
 
 or, the Lord will provide 45 
 Conversion, praise for 46 
 
 A new state and of God 47 
 Cross, looking at the 131 
 
 Bearing the 202 
 
 D 
 DARKNESS desiring de- 
 liverance from (1st p.) 48 
 Day-breaking, or the light 
 
 shining (2d p.) 48 
 
 Death 49—56 
 
 And eternity 52 
 
 Near 53 
 
 Against the fear of 54 
 
 Wishing to die well 55 
 
 Gain 56 
 
 Debtor, the happy 57 
 
 Dedication to God 58 
 
 Entire 59 
 
 Deliverance from storms 60,61 
 
 (See Preservation) 168. 169 
 
 Deluge, see Ark 4 
 
 Delight in God 62 
 
 Despair prevented 63 
 
 Difficulties surmounted 64 
 
 T)ismission, hymns for 
 
 252—258 
 Doxologies 275 
 
 E 
 ENCOURAGEMENT un- 
 der dejection 65 
 
 Hymn and Page 
 
 In hope of rest, 180 
 
 Eternity 52 
 
 Eternal things 66 
 
 Evening hymn 67 
 
 F 
 FAITH, difference be- 
 tween living and dead 6S 
 Its power 69, 70 
 
 Praise for it 71 
 
 Its review and expecta- 
 tion 72 
 A support to the Chris- 
 tian mariner 73 
 Little faith chided and 
 
 encouraged 74 
 
 Shipwreck, concerning it 75 
 Soundings of, on going 
 
 into port 76 
 
 Submitting to the com- 
 mand 77 
 False land 78 
 Fall, its effects lamented 79 
 Forgiveness 80 
 Fortitude, and remedies 
 
 against fear 81,82,83,84 
 Fortitude and zeal 85 
 
 Forms vain without reli- 
 gion 86 
 Fountain of Christ's blood 87 
 Forget him not 88 
 Freedom by Christ 21 
 Friend 22, 88, 89 
 
 G 
 GALE longed for 256 
 
 Gales astern 65, 90 
 
 God, the author of consola- 
 tion 91 
 His creating wisdom 
 
 praised 245,'247 
 
 Eternity of 92 
 
 His dominion over the 
 Ksea 93 
 
INDEX. 
 
 279 
 
 Hymn and Page 
 Glory in creation and 
 
 grace 94 
 
 Goodness of 95 
 
 Grace and providence 96 
 Omnipresence 97, 93 
 
 Providence universal 99 
 Mysterious 172 
 
 Reasoning with men 100 
 Ready to forgive, see 
 
 despair prevented 63 
 
 Sun, see sun 225 
 
 Will own his saints in 
 
 judgment 101 
 
 Gospel, a feast 124 
 
 A net 146, 147 
 
 Grace, a throne of 102 
 
 Renewing, see new birth 
 
 148—150 
 And sovereignty 103 
 
 See also 212, 72, 94—96 
 H 
 HARBOUR, or hiding 
 
 place, see Refuge 174—178 
 Heaven ahead, or heavenly 
 
 joy on earth 104 
 
 Heart of stone 105,106 
 
 A new one, see new 
 birth 148—150 
 
 Helmsman, Christ a faith- 
 ful one, see Pilot 24 
 "Hinder me not" 64 
 Holding on in a storm 107 
 Hope do 218, 103 
 In darkness 109 
 An anchor to the soul, 
 
 (1st part) 110 
 
 In the covenant (2d p. ) 110 
 Christ the sailor's 111 
 
 Set before us (1st p.) 48 
 United with penitence 1 57 
 J 
 JESUS appearing for our 
 
 salvation 112 
 
 Hymn and Page 
 Better than all our fears llli 
 Demanding admittance 
 
 to the heart 114 
 
 Life by his death 115 
 
 His name sweet, and 
 precious to believers 
 
 116, 117, 118 
 Not ashamed of him 119 
 Not forgetting him 88 
 
 Receiving the soul into 
 the harbour of rest 120 
 I 
 Improvement of opportuni- 
 ty afforded 121 
 Inconstancy 244> 42 
 Invitation of the Saviour 
 
 193, 131, 122, 123 
 
 To the gospel feast, 274, 124 
 
 To the weary and heavy 
 
 laden, 182, 125, 126 
 
 K 
 
 KNOWLEDGE imperfect 170 
 
 L 
 LAND false 78 
 
 Life, improvement of 121 
 From Jesus' death 115 
 
 The life of the soul, 
 Christ 27, 253 
 
 Light shining, (2d p.) 48 
 
 Lion tamed, or rebellion 
 
 overcome 127 
 
 Loadstone, or compass tra- 
 versing 128 
 Long-suffering, and pa- 
 tience of God 129 
 Lord, my portion 130 
 Portion above 161 
 Will provide 4a 
 " Look unto me, and be ye 
 
 saved'' 131 
 
 Looking at the cross 13-2 
 
 Longing to be with Christ 133 
 Lord's Supper 265 — 275 
 
2tfO 
 
 INDEX. 
 
 Hymn and Page 
 Pardoning love 134 
 
 Love to God 135 
 
 M 
 MARINER, the heavenly 136 
 
 Supported by faith 73 
 
 His song 239, 137, 138 
 
 Meditation at sea 139 
 
 Meeting a countryman 
 from home 140 
 
 Of christian friends 141 
 Meekness 142 
 
 Message of the Redeemer 
 
 112, 36 
 Middle watch, singing in 143 
 Moon, on an eclipse of 144 
 
 Light of 145 
 
 Morning hymn to Christ 29 
 
 N 
 NET, the gospel 146, 147 
 New birth 148—152 
 
 
 OLD things passed away, 
 see conversion and new 
 birth, 46, 47, 148—152 
 
 One thing needful 
 
 15, 30, 247 
 P 
 PARTING with earthly 
 joys, see world 249 
 
 With christian friends 
 
 255, 151, 152 
 Pardon, see love and for- 
 giveness, 100,134,80 
 Pearl of great price 182, 153 
 Penitence and hope 154,157 
 Perseverance, or not giving 
 
 up the ship 158 
 
 Physician of the soul, see 
 Christ 31—33 
 
 Hymn and Pagt 
 Pilot 239, 218, 34, 35 
 
 Pleading with God under 
 
 distress 159 
 
 Pleasures of religion 259 
 
 Pool of Bethesda 160 
 
 Portion, mine is above 16 1 
 The Lord my 130 
 
 Prayer for guidance and 
 protection 162 
 
 Encouragement and ex- 
 hortation to 163 
 
 Meetings 67, 164—167 
 
 Praise for faith 71 
 
 For the Incarnation 25 
 
 To the Redeemer 269,36 
 Preservation, see Deliver- 
 ance 137, 138, 168, 169 
 Providence and grace 45, 96 
 
 Universal 97, 99 
 
 Mysterious 170 
 
 Confidence inspired by 
 it 45, 238 
 
 Q 
 QUESTION, the great one 
 
 answered 2 
 
 R 
 Redeemer's message 36 
 
 Praise to him 171 
 
 Redemption, praise for 172 
 
 Wonders of 173 
 
 Refuge, harbour or hiding 
 
 place 201,205, 174—178 
 Repentance commanded, 
 
 see Penitence 53, 179 
 
 Rest in heaven 252, 180 
 
 In the Ark, see Invita- 
 tion 125 
 Resurrection and the life, 
 
 Christ the 27 
 
 Retirement 181 
 
 Riches spiritual 182 
 
INDEX. 
 
 281 
 
 Hymn and Page 
 S 
 
 SABBATH without end, 
 
 (for the Lord's day) 183 
 Salvation, plan of 184 
 
 By Christ 117 
 
 Desiring to be visited 
 
 with 185 
 
 Bv grace 1S6, 187 
 
 Happy in it 188 
 
 Neglect of it ruinous 189 
 
 Scriptures, see Bible 9 — 12 
 
 Sea, its calm deceitful 190 
 
 Compared to the world 191 
 
 God's dominion over it 93 
 
 Meditation at 139 
 
 Seamen's Bethel Union 8 
 
 Seamen called on to praise 
 
 192, 193 
 Coming to Christ 194 
 
 Directed to Christ their 
 
 friend 22, 89 
 
 Hope for them 195 
 
 Sinking the songs of 
 
 Zion 196 
 
 Leaning on Christ's bo- 
 som 197 
 With him in the garden 198 
 With him in the mount 39 
 Self-acquaintance 199 
 Self-denial, or bearing the 
 
 cross 200 
 
 Ship driven from her moor- 
 ings 201 
 Shipwrecks and storms, 
 
 deliverance from 60. 61 
 Shipwreck of nature, see 
 world 250, 251 
 
 Concerning faith 75 
 
 Sinner, his danger, warned 
 of it 2 42 
 
 Expostulated with 202 
 
 Exhorted to hasten 203 
 
 Y 
 
 Hymn and Page 
 God calling to him 204 
 
 Reasoned with 100 
 
 A trembling, looking to 
 
 Christ 205 
 
 Waiting at wisdom's 
 gates 246 
 
 Sin, deceitful 206 
 
 Hatred of it 207 
 
 Its indwelling lamented 208 
 Sloth, spiritual 209, 210 
 
 Sorrow godly, see Peni- 
 tence 154 — 157 
 Song of Moses and the 
 
 Lamb 211 
 
 Sovereignty and grace 103 
 Soundings of faith 76 
 
 Soul, whole world no com- 
 pensation for the loss of 
 it 247, 248 
 
 Wandering 42, 244 
 
 Spirit of God, his influence 
 compared to wind 212 
 
 To water 213 
 
 Called upon 150, 17, 214 
 Stability of God's promi- 
 ses 215 
 Star, bright and morning 19 
 Of Bethlehem 220 
 ; Stony heart, see heart 105, 106 
 Storm of guilt 216 
 Of Thunder 217 
 Of temptation 142, 21S 
 The same hushed 219 
 Star appearing in one 220 
 Of summer 221 
 Strength of man insuffi- 
 cient 149,222,223 
 Submission 224 
 Sufferings of Christ 268, 270 
 Sun, God a 225 
 Sunshine of sun of right- 
 eousness entreated 226 
 
282 
 
 INDEX. 
 
 Hymn and Page 
 Sunshine enjoyed 227 
 
 T 
 TEMPTATION, see storm 
 
 21S,219 
 
 Thanksgiving for national 
 
 prosperity 223 
 
 For deliverance 61,168 
 
 Thanks due 229, 230 
 
 Things of good report, or 
 
 choosing good company 231 
 Thirsting for God 232 
 
 Thunder 217 
 
 God the Thunderer 233 
 
 Reflections on a storm of 234 
 Times, in God's hand 235 
 Tribulation, passing thro' 
 
 to glory 136,236 
 
 Trinity, see hymns for dis- 
 mission 252—259 
 Trust 62, 65, 77 
 (see confidence and faith) 
 
 237, 238 
 
 V 
 
 VOYAGE, spiritual 136, 239 
 
 To Canaan 240 
 
 Paul's 241 
 
 Hymn and Page 
 W 
 WARNING to the sinner 
 
 of danger 242 
 
 Warfare, the Christian 
 
 243, 244 
 Way, the broad, &c. 13, 40 
 "What shall I render?" 
 
 229, 230 
 Wind spirit compared to 212 
 Wisdom, song to creating 245 
 Wisdom's gates, waiting at 246 
 Wishing to die well 55 
 
 World- the whole no com- 
 pensation for the loss of 
 the soul 247, 248 
 
 A farewell to it (1st p.) 249 
 Parting with its joys (2d 
 
 p.) 24<* 
 
 Lost or shipwrecked 250,251 
 
 Z 
 
 ZEAL and fortitude 84, 85 
 
 Concluding Hymns 252,253, 
 
 254,255,256,257,258,259. 
 
 Hymns for Baptism and the 
 
 Lord's Supper 260— 27 r > 
 
 Doxologies 275 
 
 .Yofe. — The hymns in this volume are arranged alphabet 
 ic.ally, according to the subjects on which they treat. 
 
INDEX OF SCRIPTURES. 
 
 Ch. 
 
 v. 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 1 Ch. 
 
 v. 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 
 Genesis. 
 
 
 1 119 
 
 72, 105 
 
 10 
 
 12 
 
 5 
 
 240 
 
 119 
 
 97 
 
 11,12 
 
 22 
 
 14 
 
 45 
 
 119 
 
 136, 15S 
 
 79 
 
 33 
 
 11 
 
 1 
 
 139 
 
 
 97,98 
 
 
 Deuteronomy. 
 
 145 
 
 
 99 
 
 6 
 
 5 
 
 135 
 
 
 Proverbs. 
 
 
 
 Numbers 
 
 
 6 
 
 6 
 
 209, 210 
 
 23 
 
 16 
 
 1 Kings. 
 
 55 
 
 8 
 
 34,35 
 
 Songs. 
 
 246 
 
 3 
 
 5 
 
 1 Chron. 
 
 6 
 
 1 
 
 3 
 
 Isaiah. 
 
 116,117 
 
 17 
 
 16, 17 
 
 72 
 
 1 
 
 IS 
 
 100 
 
 
 Job. 
 
 
 11 
 
 27 
 
 127 
 
 3 
 
 17 
 
 180 
 
 12 
 
 2 
 
 232, 233 
 
 
 Psalms. 
 
 
 24 
 
 18—20 
 
 251 
 
 4 
 
 6 
 
 226 
 
 26 
 
 4 
 
 77 
 
 31 
 
 15 
 
 235 
 
 32 
 
 2 175 
 
 , 176, 201 
 
 32 
 
 7 
 
 177, 205 
 
 42 
 
 10 
 
 192, 196 
 
 37 
 
 4 
 
 62 
 
 45 
 
 22 
 
 131 
 
 42 
 
 3 
 
 232 
 
 55 
 
 1 
 
 174, 122 
 
 42 
 
 5 
 
 65 
 
 55 
 
 7 
 
 204 
 
 46 
 
 1 
 
 178, 174 
 
 
 Jeremiah. 
 
 
 46 
 
 4 
 
 188 
 
 3 
 
 22 
 
 7, 134 
 
 48 
 
 14 
 
 34, 35 
 
 8 
 
 22 
 
 31,32 
 
 55 
 
 8 
 
 178, 95 
 
 12 
 
 5 
 
 51. 54 
 
 55 
 
 19 
 
 42 
 
 14 
 
 7 
 
 7 
 
 66 
 
 16 
 
 46 
 
 50 
 
 5 
 
 5 
 
 84 
 
 11 
 
 2-25 
 
 
 Lamentations. 
 
 95 
 
 1 
 
 193 
 
 3 
 
 24 
 
 130, 161 
 
 103 
 
 15 
 
 50 
 
 
 Kzekiel. 
 
 
 106 
 
 4 
 
 185 
 
 36 
 
 26 
 
 105, 106 
 
 107 
 
 23—31 60. 61, 93,95, 
 
 
 Hosca. 
 
 
 
 
 137, 138 
 
 3 
 
 1 
 
 134 
 
 116 
 
 12, 13 
 
 229, 230 
 
 
 Zechariah. 
 
 
 119 
 
 00 
 
 9 
 
 13 
 
 1 
 
 S7 
 
 119 
 
 60 
 
 203 
 
 
 Maiachi. 
 
 
 119 
 
 62 
 
 143 
 
 Y 
 
 3 
 
 i 
 
 112 
 
284 
 
 INDEX. 
 
 Ch. 
 
 v. 
 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 Ch. 
 
 v. 
 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 3 
 
 16- 
 
 18 
 
 101 
 
 6 
 
 20 
 
 
 81,82 
 
 4 
 
 o 
 
 
 227, 228 
 
 6 
 
 53 — 55 
 
 272 
 
 
 Matthew. 
 
 
 8 
 
 86 
 
 
 21 
 
 4 
 
 16 
 
 
 29 
 
 11 
 
 25 
 
 
 27 
 
 4 
 
 19 
 
 
 146, 147 
 
 12 
 
 32 
 
 
 18, 128 
 
 7 
 
 13, ] 
 
 14 
 
 13,40 
 
 14 
 
 27 
 
 
 182 
 
 4 
 
 25 
 
 
 38 
 
 16 
 
 33 
 
 
 236 
 
 8 
 
 .25,26 
 
 61 
 
 17 
 
 21 
 
 
 8 
 
 11 
 
 28 
 
 
 125, 126 
 
 21 
 
 20 
 
 
 197 
 
 13 
 
 46 
 
 
 153 
 
 
 
 Acts. 
 
 
 14 
 
 27 
 
 
 216 
 
 2 
 
 38 
 
 
 260 
 
 14 
 
 31 
 
 
 74 
 
 7 
 
 59 
 
 
 120 
 
 24 
 
 35 
 
 
 215 
 
 9 
 
 6 
 
 
 2 
 
 26 
 
 37 
 
 
 198 
 
 17 
 
 30 
 
 
 179 
 
 26 
 
 38 
 
 
 268 
 
 27 
 
 24 
 
 
 241 
 
 26 
 
 39 
 
 
 58 
 
 27 
 
 28 
 
 
 76 
 
 28 
 
 19 
 
 
 260, 262 
 
 
 
 Romans. 
 
 
 
 
 Mark. 
 
 
 6 
 
 3 
 
 
 261 
 
 6 
 
 50 
 
 
 83 
 
 7 
 
 18 
 
 
 199 
 
 8 
 
 36 
 
 
 248 
 
 7 
 
 24 
 
 
 208 
 
 16 
 
 16 
 
 
 263 
 
 
 1 Corinthians 
 
 
 
 
 Luke. 
 
 
 6 
 
 20 
 
 
 59 
 
 1 
 
 78- 
 
 -79 
 
 29 
 
 10 
 
 4 
 
 
 37 
 
 q 
 
 14 
 
 
 14 
 
 10 
 
 16- 
 
 -17 
 
 267 
 
 4 
 
 18 
 
 
 36 
 
 11 
 
 23- 
 
 -26 
 
 266 
 
 6 
 
 5 
 
 
 146 
 
 13 
 
 12 
 
 
 170 
 
 7 
 
 42 
 
 
 57 
 
 15 
 
 8 
 
 
 186 
 
 7 
 
 47 
 
 
 80 
 
 16 
 
 13 
 
 
 84 
 
 9 
 
 23 
 
 
 200 
 
 
 2 Corinthians. 
 
 10 
 
 42 
 
 
 15,30 
 
 4 
 
 18 
 
 
 66 
 
 14 
 
 22 
 
 
 274, 124 
 
 5 
 
 17 
 
 
 47 
 
 15 
 
 18 
 
 
 194 
 
 6 
 
 17- 
 
 -18 
 
 14 
 
 18 
 
 L 
 
 
 163 
 
 7 
 
 6 
 
 
 91 
 
 22 
 
 44 
 
 
 144 
 
 
 
 Galatians. 
 
 
 23 
 
 42 
 
 John. 
 
 165 
 
 6 
 
 7 
 
 Ephesians. 
 
 76 
 
 1 
 
 29 
 
 
 26 
 
 o 
 
 8 
 
 
 187 
 
 3 
 
 7 
 
 
 148 
 
 4 
 
 15- 
 
 -16 
 
 24 
 
 3 
 
 8 
 
 
 212 
 
 5 
 
 14 
 
 
 28 
 
 3 
 
 16 
 
 
 23 
 
 6 
 
 11 
 
 
 243 
 
 r> 
 
 2_ 
 
 -4 
 
 160 
 
 
 
 Phillipians 
 
 
 5 
 
 6 
 
 
 33 
 
 1 
 
 6 
 
 
 12S 
 

 
 
 INDEX. 
 
 
 285 
 
 Qfi. 
 
 v. 
 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 Ch. 
 
 r. 
 
 Hymn.. 
 
 1 
 
 21 
 
 
 56 
 
 
 James. 
 
 
 4 
 
 11 
 
 
 44 
 
 2 
 
 17 
 
 6$ 
 
 
 
 Colossians 
 
 
 4 
 
 3 Sv. 
 
 166 
 
 3 
 
 1- 
 
 -4 
 
 264, 253 
 
 
 1 Peter. 
 
 
 3 
 
 11 
 
 
 16,17 
 
 o 
 
 7 
 
 118 
 
 
 
 I Timothy 
 
 
 2 
 
 24,25 
 
 22 
 
 1 
 
 19 
 
 
 75 
 
 3 
 
 20,21 
 
 4 
 
 
 2 Timothy 
 
 
 
 2 Peter. 
 
 
 1 
 
 12 
 
 
 119 
 
 1 
 
 18 
 
 & 
 
 
 
 Hebrews. 
 
 
 2 
 
 5 
 
 250 
 
 2 
 
 3 
 
 184, 
 
 198, 202 
 
 3 
 
 16 
 
 233 
 
 3 
 
 13 
 
 
 206 
 
 
 1 John. 
 
 
 4 
 
 8 
 
 
 53 
 
 1 
 
 
 
 43 
 
 4 
 
 16 
 
 
 3,102 
 
 2 
 
 8 (2d p.) 
 
 48 
 
 6 
 
 18 
 
 (1st p/ 
 
 ) 48 
 
 
 Revelations. 
 
 
 6 
 
 17- 
 
 -19 
 
 201,110 
 
 3 
 
 20 
 
 113 
 
 9 
 
 27 
 
 
 49 
 
 15 
 
 3 
 
 2il 
 
 13 
 
 8 
 
 
 92 
 
 22 
 
 16 
 
 19 
 
 
INDEX, 
 
 TO FIND ANY HYMN BY THE FIRST LINE. 
 
 A SAILOR once whom Jesus lov'd 197 
 
 A shipwreck'd world bestrews the shores 250 
 
 Against the God that rules the sky 175 
 
 Almighty Maker, God 86 
 
 Almighty King ! whose wond'rous hand 96 
 
 A lion, though by nature wild 127 
 
 Amazing grace ! how sweet the sound 72 
 
 Am I a soldier of the cross 84 
 
 And did the holy and the just 173 
 
 And is it so — that, till this hour (1st p.) 48 
 
 And is this life prolong'd to me 121 
 
 And will the Lord thus condescend 114 
 
 Approach, my soul, the mercy seat 3 
 
 Arise, my tenderest thoughts, arise 79 
 
 As needles point towards the pole 128 
 
 At anchor laid, remote from home 256 
 
 Attend, my soul, come search and see 30 
 
 Awake, and sing the song 211 
 
 Awake, my soul ! lift up thine eyes 243 
 
 Attend, ye children of your God 264 
 
 At thy command, our dearest Lord 269 
 
 BEGONE unbelief, my Saviour is near 238 
 
 Beneath a reef the ship was moor'd 201 
 
 Beset with dangers and with fear 15 
 
 Blest are the happy souls who choose 240 
 
 Blest be the voice now heard afar 195 
 
 Bless'd be the Father and his love 254 
 
 Bless'd Jesus, source of grace divine 213 
 
 Born from above, the soul aspires c 2.Vi 
 
 Broad is the stream that lends to death 13 
 
INDEX. 2*5 
 
 By the thoughtless world derided 1 Z 
 
 CHILDREN of God, renounce your fears C3 
 
 Christian brethren, ere we part 255 
 
 Clouds big with wrath, hang o'er my head 205 
 
 Come all who love to pray 163 
 
 Come, holy dove, direct my tongue, 17 
 
 Come, Holy Spirit, come 21 J^ 
 
 Come, my soul, thy suit prepare 6 
 
 Compar'd with Christ in all beside 16 
 
 Come seamen attend to Jesus the Lord 53 
 
 Come sound his praise abroad 193 
 
 Come sinners, saith the mighty God 100 
 
 Come, weary souls, with sins distrest 1 26 
 
 Come we that love the Lord 104 
 
 Come ye redeemed by Jesus' blood 172 
 
 Come ye that fear the Lord 46 
 
 Courage, my soul ! behold the prize 180 
 
 DEAR Lord ! accept a sinful heart i 9i* 
 
 Dear Saviour ! when my thoughts recall 157 
 
 Deep are the wounds which sin has made 31 
 
 Destruction's dang'rous road 40 
 
 Didst thou, dear Jesus, suffer shame 200 
 
 Does the gospel word proclaim 125 
 
 Do I believe what Jesus saith 05 
 
 Do we not know that solemn word 26] 
 
 EMPTY'D of earth I fain would be 59 
 
 Ensnar'd too long my heart has been £46 
 
 Eternal sun of righteousness 226 
 
 Eternal Wisdom, thee we praise 245 
 
 FAREWELL vain world, to earth adieu 1GI 
 
 Far from the world, O Lord, I flee 101 
 
 Fair record of my Father's will 1 o 
 
 Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss 70 
 
 Father of eternal grace 58 
 
 Father of mercies, in thv word 1 1 
 
288 INDEX. 
 
 Fierce passions discompose the mind 44 
 
 Forgiveness! 'tis a joyful sound 80 
 
 For mercies countless as the sands 229 
 
 From pole to pole let others roam 130 
 
 From the dear flock of Jesus' saints 152 
 
 GLORY to God, the day's arriv'd 194 
 
 God of the seas, thy, thundering voice 93 
 
 Go make thy station his dear cross 89 
 
 Go worship at Emmanuel's feet £0 
 
 Great God, amidst the darksome night 225 
 
 Great God, 'tis from thy sovereign grace 186 
 
 Guide me, O thou great Jehovah 162 
 
 " Go teach the nations and baptize" 262 
 
 HARK the glad sound, the Saviour comes 36 
 
 Hail, sov'reign love, that first began 177 
 
 Hasten, O sinner, to be wise 20S 
 
 Have 1 that faith whose influence 69 
 
 Ho ! every one that thirsts draw nigh 122 
 
 Holy Lord God ! I love thy truth 207 
 
 How are thy servants bless'd, O Lord 133 
 
 How blest the righteous are 55 
 
 How blest thy creature is, O God 227 
 
 How dark, how drear is man's abode 28 
 
 How great and terrible that God 251 
 
 How helpless guilty nature lies 149 
 
 How long, thou faithful God, shall I 160 
 
 How lost was my condition S£ 
 
 How oft has sin and Satan strove (2dp ) no 
 
 How oft, alas ! this wretched heart 134 
 
 How rich thy gifts, Almighty King 228 
 
 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds 116 
 
 How sweet the songs of Zion sound 196 
 
 Here at thy table, Lord, we meet 272 
 
 I AM, saith Christ, your glorious head 27 
 
 if lifted up on high 1 be 1# 
 
 K for a time the air bo calm j ho 
 
INDEX. 289 
 
 If Paul in Cesar's court must stand 2 II 
 In all my Lord's appointed ways 64 
 
 In all my troubles sharp and strong 107 
 
 In darkest hours and greatest grief 109 
 
 Indulgent God, to thee 1 raise 18S 
 
 In evil Ion- 1 took delight 1S2 
 
 Infinite poorer, eternal Lord 244 
 
 In lands strange and distant 140 
 Inquire, ye seamen, for the course *> 
 
 In the wide waste of water 97 
 
 I send the joys of earth away (2d p.) 249 
 
 Is it a thing of good report 251 
 Is there in heaven or earth who can £ 
 
 I thirst, but not as once I did 252 
 
 JESUS, at thy command 239 
 
 Jesus commissioned from above 1 12 
 
 Jesus, how precious is thy name 182 
 
 Jesus, lover of my soul 173 
 Jesus, my love, my chief delight 23 
 
 Jesus, I love thy charming name 118 
 Jesus, I sing thy matchless grace 24 
 
 Jesus ! O word divinely sweet 117 
 
 Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend 155 
 
 Jesus invites his saints 267 
 
 Jesus, when faith with fixed eyes 270 
 
 KINDRED in Christ, for his dear sake 141 
 
 Kind Saviour, tune my powers anew 105 
 
 LAUNCH'D on a sea where troubled waves 111 
 Let things unseen attract your eyes 66 
 
 Let worldly minds the world pursue 47 
 
 Lo ! Christ ascends the sacred height 59 
 
 Lo ! what wonders love performs ?> 
 
 Long have I rov'd and stray'd abroad 22 
 
 Look unto me the Saviour cries 131 
 
 Lord, and am I yet alive 129 
 
 Lord, shall we part with g*old for dross £$$ 
 
290 
 
 INDEX. 
 
 Lord, we come before thee now ! 64 
 
 Lord, when together here we meet 151 
 
 Lost in a storm of guilt, my soul 216 
 
 Lord, at thy table I behold 271 
 
 MARK when tempestuous winds arise 142 
 
 My drowsy powers, why sl« k .ep ye so 209 
 
 My former hopes are dead (2d p.) 48 
 
 My sorrows like a flood 43 
 
 My times are in thy hand .235 
 
 My thoughts on awful subjects roll 51 
 
 My thoughts that often mount the skies 52 
 
 My Saviour God, my Sovereign Prince 265 
 
 NO more of works I vainly boast 187 
 
 Now while the gospel-net is east 146 
 
 Now let our pains be all forgot 26 8 
 
 OF all the gifts thy hand bestows 71 
 
 Offspring of thy Father, thou 2!> 
 
 Oh for a glance of heavenly day 106 
 
 Oh for a thousand tongues to sing 1 7 1 
 
 Oh God create my soul anew 150 
 
 Oh God whose favourable eye 41 
 
 O hear, thou friend of sinners, hear 1.33 
 
 O Lord! I would delight in thee 62 
 
 O Lord ! my best desires fulfil 22 i 
 
 On life's wide ocean rudely tost 75 
 
 O thou, my soul, forget no more 88 
 
 O thou of little faith 74 
 
 Our little bark, on boist'rous seas 61 
 
 Our voyage below, beset with ills 120 
 
 O what a cruel wretch am I 7 
 
 PITY a helpless sinner, Lord 1 5 J- 
 
 Prostrate, dear Jesus, at thy feet 1 56 
 Proclaim, saith Christ, my wondrous grace 263 
 
 RECORD, my soul, thy Makers praise 169 
 
INDEX. 291 
 
 Rejoice, believer in the Lord 158 
 
 Repent, the voice celestial cries 179 
 
 SAILORS to Jesus now draw near 26 
 
 Salvation, what a glorious plan 134 
 
 Salvation's work is done £58 
 Seamen the God of heaven adore 34 
 
 Seamen this solemn truth regard 143 
 
 See the world for youth prepares 191 
 
 Sing to the Lord, ye heavenly hosts 233 
 
 Sinner, the voice of God regard 204 
 
 Sinner, O why so thoughtless grown 202 
 
 Sin when view'd by scripture light 206 
 
 Sov'reign of worlds, thy law controls 174 
 
 Stop, poor sinner, stop and think, 242 
 Sweet day so calm, so bright 50 
 
 Sweeter sounds than music knows 25 
 
 TEMPESTS arise when God appoints 99 
 
 Ten thousand talents once I ow'd 57 
 
 That man no guards nor weapons needs 237 
 
 The blessed spirit, like the wind 212 
 
 The billows swell, the winds are high 213 
 The deluge at the Almighty's call 4 
 
 The gathering clouds portentous rise 108 
 The gracious dealings of the Lord 1 
 
 The Lord how fearful is his name 103 
 
 The Lord how rich his comforts are 91 
 
 The Lord receives his highest praise 68 
 
 The moon in silver glory shone 144 
 
 The moon has but a borrow'd light 145 
 
 The moon and stars shall lose their light 215 
 
 The Saviour calls, let ev'ry ear 123 
 
 The sun at length has gone to rest 67 
 
 The tower that rises o'er the sea 38 
 
 The trumpet of salvation sounds 189 
 
 The wand'ring star and fleeting wind 42 
 
 The wishes that the sluggard frames 210 
 
 There is a fountain fill'd with blood 87 
 
292 
 
 INDEX. 
 
 This life's a voyage of strife and storm 1st p. 110 
 
 This world is a sea, which never can rest 147 
 
 Thou didst, O mighty God, exist 92 
 
 Though friends forsake and foes assail 119 
 
 Though strong the winds are blowing 90 
 Though troubles assail, and dangers affright 45 
 
 Tho' the morning be serene 221 
 
 Tho' winds may blow and storms may rise 113 
 Thou spring of my joy, and delight of my heart 9 
 
 Through tribulations deep 156 
 
 Thy glories shine, Almighty God 94 
 
 Thy works of glory, mighty God 137 
 
 Thy way, O God, is in the sea 170 
 
 'Tis past — the dreadful stormy night 219 
 
 'Tis religion that can give 259 
 
 To die — important thought — to die 5G 
 
 To heav'n I'm bound with prosp'rous gales 76 
 
 To him that brought salvation nigh 257 
 
 To keep the lamp alive 223 
 
 To Jesus, our exalted Lord 273 
 
 'Twas God preserv'd me by his pow'r 168 
 
 'Twas when the seas with horrid roar 35 
 
 The King of Heaven his table spreads 274 
 
 'Twas on that dark that doleful night 266 
 
 VAIN man, thy fond pursuits forbear 53 
 
 Vain world withdraw thy glittering snares 149 
 
 WEAK and irresolute is man 222 
 
 We seek a rest beyond the skies 252 
 
 What a wicked wretch am I 185 
 
 What means these jealousies and fears 65 
 
 What shall I render to my God 230 
 
 When a black overspreading cloud 217 
 
 When from the bosom of the deep 139 
 When Israel's tribes were parch'd with thirst 37 
 
 When lightnings Hash and thunders roll 234 
 
 When many a tempest blew 78 
 
 When marshall'd on the nightly plain 220 
 
INDEX. 293 
 
 When, O dear Jesus ! when shall I 183 
 When passing through the wat'ry deep 73 
 
 When rocks and when shallows beset us 77 
 
 When sinners utter boasting words 101 
 When storm and tempest loudly howl 32 
 
 When swelling Jordan o'er us rolls 5 £ 
 
 When tempests howl and billows rise 176 
 When tumults of unruly fear 81 
 
 Where from thy spirit shall I stretch 98 
 
 Where should I be, if God should say 49 
 
 While journeying through this humble vale 102 
 
 Who were the highly honour'd three 198 
 Why heaves my heart this mournful sigh 65 
 
 Why should a living man complain 159 
 
 Why will you lavish out your years £47 
 
 With contrite hearts, before thy throne 165 
 
 With tears of anguish I lament 208 
 
 Within these doors assembled now 167 
 
 With trembling steps before thy throne 166 
 Would you behold the works of God 60 
 
 YE captive souls in fetters bound 21 
 
 Ye fearless seamen, praise the Lord 192 
 
 Ye glitt'ring toys of earth adieu 153 
 
 Ye mourning saints behold 115 
 Ye sons of men with joy record 95 
 
 Yes, I will love thee, blessed God 135 
 
 Yes, Lord, my grateful voice I'll raise 143 
 
 Ye that would after Jesus press 236 
 Ye worlds of light that roll so near 19 
 
 Ye wretched hungry starving poor 134 
 
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