97 Sweet as harp's melodious voice, - how much I owe. Sailor's Hymn. [By REGINALD HEBER, Bishop of Calcutta.] WHEN through the torn sail the wild tem pest is streaming, When o'er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming, Nor hope lends a ray the poor seaman to cherish, We fly to our Maker perish!" 66 Save, Lord! or we O Jesus! once toss'd on the breast of the billow, Arous'd by the shriek of despair from Thy pillow, High now in Thy glory the mariner cherish, Who cries in his anguish, "Save, Lord! or we perish!" And O, when the storm of wild passion is rag ing, When sin in our hearts its fierce warfare is wag ing, Arise in Thy strength Thy redeemed to cherish, Rebuke the destroyer "Save, Lord! or we 98 perish!" Watch. HILST the careless world is sleeping, Watch, according to His Word, At His table He will place them, Watch ye for Him open-eyed. 99 Haste not, rest not. [From the German of GOETHE, who was born 1749; died 1832. This poem W written in 1768.] ITHOUT haste! without rest! Bind the motto to thy breast; Bear it with thee as a spell; Storm or sunshine, guard it well! Heed not flowers that round thee bloom: Bear it onward to the tomb! Haste not! let no thoughtless deed Mar for aye the spirit's speed! 100 Leave behind to conquer time! When these forms have passed away. Do the right, whate'er betide! WIT Without Thy Presence. [By FRANCIS QUARLES, of England, born 1592.] ITHOUT Thy presence earth gives no refection; Without Thy presence sea affords no treasure; Without Thy presence air 's a rank infection; Without Thy presence heaven itself no pleas ure: If not possess'd, if not enjoy'd in Thee, Without Thee, Lord, things be not what they be, INDEX TO FIRST LINES. [.. H. represents Hymns; S. Spiritual Songs; and L. Lyrics.] Arise, my soul, arise As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean. At the cross, her station keeping C. Wesley. S. 8 Jacobus de Benedictis. L. 6 Author of faith, eternal Word Awake, and sing the song Away, my unbelieving fear. Before Jehovah's awful throne Blow ye the trumpet, blow Bound upon the accursed tree Breast the wave, Christian, when it is strongest Brief life is here our portion Bernard of Clugny. Brightest and best of the sons of the morning Heber. Hemans. Chafed and worn with worldly care L. 12 |