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ON A NAVAL OFFICER BURIED IN THE
THERE is, in the wide, lone sea,
A spot unmarked, but holy ; For there the gallant and the free
In his ocean bed lies lowly.
Down, down, within the deep,
That oft to triumph bore him,
With the salt waves washing o'er him.
He sleeps serene, and safe
From tempest or from billow, Where the storms, that high above him chafe,
Scarce rock his peaceful pillow.
The sea and him in death
They did not dare to sever :
'Tis now his rest for ever.
Sleep on, thou mighty dead!
A glorious tomb they've found the The broad blue sky above thee spread,
The boundless waters round thee.
No vulgar foot treads here ;
No hand profane shall move thee; But gallant fleets shall proudly steer,
And warriors shout, above thee.
And when the last trump shall sound,
And tombs are asunder riven, Like the morning sun from the wave thou'lt bound,
To rise and shine in heaven.
THE VOICE OF GOD.-For Music.
GLORY and praise to Jehovah on high !
Glory from all, through the earth and the sky! Angels, approach Him in homage and duty;
Fall at the feet of your Heavenly King : Saints, to His presence O throng, in the beauty
Of holy devotion His mercies to sing.
The voice of Jehovah, majestic and loud,
cloud; That voice o'er the silence of ocean is breaking ;
It rolls o'er the waters, it bursts on the shore :
The forests are bending, the mountains
quaking, And earth and her creatures stand still and
Glory and praise to Jehovah on high !
The voice of Jehovah more sweetly is heard
By saints in His temple attending His word. He speaks not to them in the whirlwind or
thunder; He comes not to threaten, denounce, or reprove: He comes with glad tidings of joy and of wonder;
He bids them be blest in Immanuel's love.