3 Keep the friends whom now we leave; Bid them to each other cleave; Bid them walk on life's rough sea, Bid them come, by faith, to Thee. 4 Save, till all these tempests end, All who on Thy love depend; Waft our happy spirits o'er; Land us on the heavenly shore. 571. 7s. M. Mrs. Sigourney. Prayer for the Sailor. 1 When the parting bosom bleeds, When their native shore recedes, When the wild and faithless main Takes them to her trust again, Father! view the sailor's woe-- Guide them wheresoe'er they go. 2 When the lonely watch they keep, Silent on the mighty deep, While the boisterous surges hoarse Bear them daily on their course, Eye that never slumbers! shed Holy influence on their head. 3 When the Sabbath's peaceful ray O'er the ocean's breast doth play, Though no throngs assemble there, No sweet church-bell warns to prayer, Spirit! let thy presence be Sabbath to the unresting sea. 4 When the raging billows dark Thunder round the storm-tossed bark, Thou who on the whelming wave Didst the loved disciples save, Thou canst hear them when they pray,-- Jesus, Saviour, be their stay! 572. L. M. C. Wesley. The Sailor's Hymn. 1 Lord of the wide-extended main! Whose power the winds and seas controls, Whose hand doth earth and heaven sustain, Whose Spirit leads believing souls; 2 Throughout the deep Thy footsteps shine; We own Thy way is in the sea, O'erawed by majesty divine, And lost in Thine immensity! 3 Thy wisdom here we learn to adore, Thine everlasting truth we prove, The wondrous heights of boundless power, The unfathomable depths of love. 4 Infinite God, Thy greatness spanned These heavens, and meted out the skies; Lo! in the hollow of Thy hand The measured waters sink and rise. 5 And here Thine unknown paths we trace, Which dark to human eyes appear: While through the mighty waves we pass Faith only sees that God is here. 573. C. M. H. K. White. In a Storm. 1 The Lord our God is full of might, The winds obey His will; He speaks, and in His heavenly height The rolling sun stands still. 2 Rebel, ye waves! and o'er the land With threatening aspect roar; The Lord uplifts His awful hand, And chains you to the shore. 3 Howl, winds of night! your force combine; Without His high behest, Ye shall not in the mountain pine Disturb the sparrow's nest. 4 Ye nations bend, in reverence bend; Ye monarchs, wait His nod, And bid the choral song ascend To celebrate our God! 574. L. M. E. H. Chapin.