O why, child of heaven, is thy faithless breast, In viewing the tempest with terror oppressed? The dark depths are roaring, but yield not to fear, Thy vessel is safe, for thy Father doth steer. Soon, soon endless joy shall encompass thy brow, Thy friends on the shore are awaiting thee now: Unfurl every sail, see the bright morn appear, And Canaan is nigh, and thy Father doth steer. Unfurl every sail, for the favouring breeze Is urging thee on to the haven of peace: Thine anchor is safe--thou to Jesus art dear: Thou hast entered the port--and thy Father doth steer. XXX. EVENING HYMN. Jesus, my Saviour and my God, Who gavest us thy precious blood To heal our guilty smart: O give me faith to make my nest, Where this my soul may hide and rest, Within thy wounded heart. In thy safe bosom let me lie, Prepared in holy peace to die, If Thou ere morn shouldst call: Then may thine angel-guards attend, And me from Satan's power defend, Lest to his hands I fall. XXXI. LONGING. Direct unto my God, With speed, my cry ascend: Present to Him this urgent plea:-- "In mercy, Lord, attend! "Fulfil thy gracious word, "To bring me to thy rest; "In Salem soon my place prepare, "And make me ever blest! "Down in a vale of tears "Where dwelt my Christ I mourn, "And in the conflict with my foes, "My tender heart is torn: "O heal each bleeding wound, "With thy life-giving tree; "In Salem, Lord, above the strife, "A place prepare for me!" XXXII. A GLANCE. A pilgrim I to Canaan flee, To dwell, my blessed Lord, with Thee In thine eternal rest:[4] Beyond the tempter's roar and dart, And every foe to cause me smart, Thy constant, filial guest. Afar I sometimes see below A glimpse of Salem's mansions glow, All blessèd, all divine: O city high, nor sun nor moon, Arise o'er thee, God is thy noon! When shall thy bliss be mine? At the great resurrection day, I shall shake off this heavy clay, And rise above the earth: Then mount on wings sublime to heaven, When Thou hast powers immortal given, O strange, and glorious birth! And then, with life immortal crowned, My feeble song of glory drowned Among the sons of light, Our strains shall high and higher swell, In keeping feast without farewell, To Jesus day and night. ---------- [4]Originally "nyth," nest. XXXIII. DESIRE.