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MADAN'S COLL.

Thanksgiving for Deliverance in a Storm.

1 OUR little bark, on boisterous seas,
By cruel tempests tossed,

Without one cheerful beam of hope,
Expecting to be lost,-

2 We to the Lord, in humble prayer,
Breathed out our sad distress;
Though feeble, yet with contrite hearts,
We begged return of peace.

3 Then ceased the stormy winds to blow;
The surges ceased to roll;
And soon again a placid sea
Spoke comfort to the soul.

4 O, may our grateful, trembling hearts
Their hallelujahs sing

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To him who hath our lives preserved,—
Our Father and our King.

1 0 THOU who hast spread out the skies,
And measured the depths of the sea,
'Twixt heavens and ocean shall rise
Our incense of praises to thee.

2 We know that thy presence is near
While heaves our bark far from the land;-
We ride o'er the deep without fear;
The waters are held in thy hand.

3 Eternity comes in the sound

Of billows that never can sleep!
There's Deity circling us round,-
Omnipotence walks o'er the deep!

4 O Father, our eye is to thee,
As on for the haven we roll;
And faith in our Pilot shall be
An anchor to steady the soul.

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COWPER.

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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."

1 PRAYER may be sweet in cottage homes,
Where sire and child devoutly kneel,
While through the open casement nigh
The vernal blossoms fragrant steal.

2 Prayer may be sweet in stately halls,
Where heart with kindred heart is blent,
And upward to th' eternal throne

The hymn of praise melodious sent.

3 But he who fain would know how warm
The soul's appeal to God may be,
From friends and native land should turn,
A wanderer on the faithless sea;-

4 Should hear its deep, imploring tone
Rise heavenward o'er the foaming surge,
When billows toss the fragile bark,
And fearful blasts the conflict urge.

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5 Naught, naught appears but sea and sky;
No refuge where the foot may flee:
How will he cast, O Rock divine,
The anchor of his soul on thee!

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The Sailor's Grave.

ANONYMOUS.

1 Nor in the church-yard shall he sleep,
Amid the silent gloom,-

His home was on the mighty deep,
And there shall be his tomb.

2 He loved his own bright, deep blue sea,
O'er it he loved to roam;

And now his winding sheet shall be
That same bright ocean's foam.

3 No village bell shall toll for him
Its mournful, solemn dirge;
The winds shall chant a requiem
To him beneath the surge.

4 For him, break not the grassy turf,
Nor turn the dewy sod;

His dust shall rest beneath the surf,
His spirit with its God.

C. M.

Prayer for Seamen.

SELECT HYMNS.

1 WE come, O Lord, before thy throne,
And, with united pleas,

We meet and pray for those who roam
Far off upon the seas.

2 O, may the Holy Spirit bow

The sailor's heart to thee,

Till tears of deep repentance flow
Like rain-drops in the sea.

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3 Then may a Saviour's dying love
Pour peace into his breast,
And waft him to the port above
Of everlasting rest.

NATIONAL HYMNS.

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National Hymn.

1 My country 't is of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing;

Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrim's pride,
From every mountain side
Let freedom ring.

2 My native country, thee-
Land of the noble, free-
Thy name-I love;

I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills;
My heart with rapture thrills
Like that above.

3 Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees
Sweet freedom's song:
Let mortal tongues awake;
Let all that breathe, partake;
Let rocks their silence break,-
The sound prolong.

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4 Our fathers' God, to thee,
Author of liberty,
To thee we sing:

Long may our land be bright
With freedom's holy light;
Protect us by thy might,
Great God, our King.

C. M.

Prayer for our Country.

WREFORD.

1 LORD, while for all mankind we pray,
Of every clime and coast,

O, hear us for our native land,

The land we love the most.

2 O guard our shores from

every

With peace our borders bless,

foe,

With prosperous times our cities crown,

. Our fields with plenteousness.

3 Unite us in the sacred love

Of knowledge, truth, and thee;
And let our hills and valleys shout
The songs of liberty.

4 Here may religion pure and mild
Smile on our Sabbath hours;
And piety and virtue bless

The home of us and ours.

5 Lord of the nations, thus to thee
Our country we commend;
Be thou her refuge and her trust,
Her everlasting friend.

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