3 From war's alarms, from deadly pestilence,

Be Thy strong arm our ever sure defence;
Thy true religion in our hearts increase,
Thy bounteous goodness nourish

us in peace. 4 Refresh Thy people on their toilsome way,

Lead us from night to never-ending day ;
Fill all our lives with love and grace di-

vine,
And glory, laud, and praise be ever Thine.

D. C. Roberts. 756

L. M. 61.
ETERNAL Father ! strong to save,
Whose arm doth bind the restless wave,
Who bid'st the mighty ocean deep
Its own appointed limits keep ;
Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee

For those in peril on the sea.
2 O Saviour, whose almighty word,

The winds and waves submissive heard,
Who walkedst in the foaming deep,
And calm amid its rage didst sleep ;
Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee

For those in peril on the sea !
3 O sacred Spirit, who didst brood

Upon the chaos dark and rude,
Who bad'st its angry tumult cease,
And gavest light, and life, and

peace ;
Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee

For those in peril on the sea ! 4 0 Trinity of love and power !

Our brethren shield in danger's hour;
From rock and tempest, fire and foe,
Protect them wheresoe'er they go,
Thus ever let there rise to Thee
Glad hymns of praise from land and sea.

W. Whiting.

757

C. M. O LORD, be with us when we sail

Upon the lonely deep,
Our guard, when on the silent deck

The nightly watch we keep.
2 We need not fear, though all around,

'Mid rising winds, we hear The multitude of waters surge ;

For Thou, O God, art near. 3 The calm, the breeze, the gale, the storm,

The ocean and the land,
All, all are Thine, and held within

The hollow of Thy hand.
4 As when on blue Gennesareth

Rose high the angry wave,
And thy disciples quailed in dread,

One word of Thine could save ; 5 So when the fiercer storms arise

From man's unbridled will,
Be Thou, Lord, present in our hearts

To whisper, “Peace, be still.” 6 Across this troubled tide of life

Thyself our pilot be,
Until we reach that better land,
The land that knows no sea.

E. A. Dayman. 758

12s. WHEN thro’ the torn sail the wild tempest

is streaming, When o'er the dark wave the red light

ning is gleaming, Nor hope lends a ray the poor seaman to

cherish, We fly to our Maker : “Help, Lord, or

we perish !"

2 O Jesus, once rocked on the breast of the

billow, Aroused by the shriek of despair from

Thy pillow, Now, seated in glory, the mariner cherish, Who cries in his anguish, “Help, Lord, or

we perish !” 3 And, oh, when the whirlwind of passion is

raging, When sin in our hearts its wild warfare

is waging, Arise in Thy strength, Thy redeemed to

cherish ; Rebuke the destroyer : “Help, Lord, or we perish!”

R. Heber. 759

8s, 7s. 81. ALL is bright and cheerful round us,

All above is soft and blue ;
Spring at last hath come and found us ;

Spring and all its pleasures too :
Every flower is full of gladness,

Dew is bright and buds are gay ;
Earth, with all its sin and sadness,

Seems a happy place to-day.
2 If the flowers that fade so quickly,

If a day that ends in night,
If the skies that clouds so thickly

Often cover from our sight,-
If they all have so much beauty,

What must be God's land of rest,
Where His sons that do their duty,

After many toils are blest ?
3 There are leaves that never wither ;

There are flowers that ne'er decay :
Nothing evil goeth thither;

Nothing good is kept away.

They that came from tribulation,
Washed their robes and made them

white,
Out of every tongue and nation,
Now have rest, and peace, and light.

J. M. Neale. 760

88, 7s. 81. HEAVENLY Father, send Thy blessing

On Thy children gathered here,
May they all, Thy name confessing,

Be to Thee forever dear ;
May they be like Joseph, loving,

Ďutiful, and chaste, and pure ;
And their faith, like David, proving,

Steadfast unto death endure. 2 Holy Saviour, who in meekness

Didst vouchsafe a child to be, Guide their steps and help their

weakness, Bless and make them like to Thee. Bear Thy lambs when they are weary

In Thine arms and at Thy breast; Through life's desert, dry and dreary,

Bring them to Thy heavenly rest. 3 Spread Thy golden pinions o'er them,

Holy Spirit from above ; Guide them, lead them, go before them,

Give them peace, and joy, and love :
Temples of Thy glorious Godhead,

May they with Thy presence shine,
And immortal bliss inherit,
And for evermore be Thine.

C. Wordsworth. 761

8,6,7,6,7,6,7,6. THERE'S a Friend for little children

Above the bright blue sky,
A Friend who never changes,

Whose love will never die;

Our earthly friends may fail us,

And change with changing years ;
This Friend is always worthy

Of that dear name He bears. 2 There's a rest for little children

Above the bright blue sky,
Who love the blessed Saviour,

And to the Father cry;
A rest from every turmoil,

From sin and sorrow free,
Where every little pilgrim

Shall rest eternally.
3 There's a home for little children

Above the bright blue sky,
Where Jesus reigns in glory,

A home of peace and joy ;
No home on earth is like it,

Nor can with it compare ;
For every one is happy,

Nor could be happier, there.
4 There's a crown for little children

Above the bright blue sky,
And all who look for Jesus

Shall wear it by and by ;
A crown of brightest glory,

Which He will then bestow
On those who found His favor

And loved His name below.

5 There's a song for little children

Above the bright blue sky,
A song that will not weary,

Though sung continually ;
A song which even angels

Can never, never sing ;
They know not Christ as Saviour,
But worship Him as King.

A. Midlane.