The wit

III.

Tho' rocks and quicksands deep,
Thro' all my passage lie;
Yet CHRIST will safely keep,
And guide me with his eye,
My anchor hope shall firm abide,
And I each boisterous storm outride.

By

IV.

faith I see the land,

The port of endless rest: My soul, thy sails expand,

And fly to JESU's breast!

O may I reach the heavenly shore
Where winds and waves distress no more!

v.

Whene'er becalm'd I lie,

And storms forbear to toss ;
Be thou dear LORD, still nigh,
Lest I should suffer loss:

For more the treacherous calm I dread,
Than tempests bursting o'er my head,

VI.

Come HOLY GHOST, and blow
A prosperous gale of grace,
Waft me from all below,

To heaven my destin'd place!

Then in full sail, my port I'll find,
And leave the world and sin behind.

N

Upward tends to his abode,
To rest in his embrace.

III.

Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn ; Press onward to the prize; Soon the Saviour will return Triumphant in the skies: Yet a season, and you know Happy entrance will be given, All your sorrows left below, And earth exchang'd for heaven.

HYMN CI. P. M.

The Christian's Spiritual Voyage.

1.

ESUS, 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 heaven with thee and thine.

II.

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 power,
To save me in the trying hour,

III.

Tho' rocks and quicksands deep,
Thro' all my passage lie;
Yet CHRIST will safely keep,

And guide me with his eye,
My anchor hope shall firm abide,
And I each boisterous storm outride.

IV.

By faith I see the land, The port of endless rest: My soul, thy sails expand, And fly to JESU's breast! O may I reach the heavenly shore. Where winds and waves distress no more!

V.

Whene'er becalm'd I lie,

And storms forbear to toss;
Be thou dear LORD, still nigh,
Lest I should suffer loss:

For more the treacherous calm I dread,
Than tempests bursting o'er my head,

VI.

Come HOLY GHOST, and blow
A prosperous gale of grace,
Waft me from all below,

To heaven my destin'd place!

Then in full sail, my port I'll find,
And leave the world and sin behind.

N

HYMN CII. P. M.

The tempted flying to Christ the Refuge.

I.

ESUS, lover of my soul,

JES

Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the raging billows roll,
While the tempest still is high!
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past:
Safe into the haven guide;
O receive my soul at last.

II

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.

III.

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,

I am all unrighteousness,

Vile and full of sin I am,

Thou art full of truth and grace.