How vain are thy tossings! Secure from on high, Still sports with thy billows the Queen of the sky, And still are they bound, as in ages gone by,

With a secret, invincible force.

And is there no mandate of force to control
The swellings of passion, the storms of the soul,
No voice to arrest them, while madly they roll,
Bearing ruin and wrath in their train?
Though reason remonstrate, though conscience con-
demn,

Must they both be borne down the impetuous stream,
While the light from above appears vainly to beam,
Unable their force to restrain ?

Oh no! He who curbs the tempestuous deep,
Who rules the rough whirlwind, and governs its sweep,
He can hush the wild storms of the bosom to sleep,
At His bidding, there will be a calm:

He can send down His Spirit, sweet peace to restore, And to "move on the face of the waters" once more; "The war in the elements" then will be o'er,

And the halycon's soft melody charm.

A Hymn.

Он, never can I serve Thee here, My Saviour, as I oughtWithout an unbelieving fear, Without a wandering thought.

When at Thy mercy-seat I kneel,
And strive indeed to pray,
Then most the power of sin I feel,
And Satan's cruel sway.

But in that world on which I fix,
By faith, my tearful eyes,
No sin its hateful taint will mix,

To spoil my sacrifice.

Nor ever from the blissful hour

I gain that safe retreat,
Shall any cruel foe have power
To drive me from Thy feet.

I shall not offer, then, to Thee
A cold, divided heart :

All, all Thine own my soul will be,
Renewed in every part.

When shall I bid a long adieu
To scenes of sin and woe;

And "face to face" that Saviour view
I serve so ill below?

When with His saints shall I appear,

And worship as I ought,Without an unbelieving fear, Without a wandering thought?

I feel it sweet, my new-found friend

I looked at the lily by night

I observed a fair bark on the ocean's green breast

I saw the radiant Queen of Night

I view thy passage through this vale of tears.

I want that adorning Divine.

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218

241

232

246

188

I was indeed desponding, and my eye

231

Is life's evening long and dreary?

199

It is sunset, and bright is the glow of the west

245

It was evening, and bright was the glow of the west

234

Jesus, my Advocate Divine

249

Jesus! Thou in heaven art pleading.

217

My path through the desert grows dreary
My soul, thou art weary within me, and faint

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215

244

Oh, thou glorious world unseen.

Oh, weep not for her! she has taken her flight.

Saviour, I dwell with ever-new delight

Sweet sounds through heaven's blue concave rang

The pilgrim spirit journeys on

The thought of death inspires no fear.

There was a wanderer once, who strove in vain
Think, oh, think, my heaven-born spirit

year

will prove a happy one

.

This
Thou restless, and boundless, and fathomless sea
Thy body still is sleeping.

When a traveller far from his home of repose
When flowery Spring pours forth her treasures
When to a sinner's hand 'tis given to trace
When waves of trouble round me swell

THE END.

LONDON KNIGHT, PRINTER, BARTHOLOMEW CLOSE.