XVIII. EMIGRANT’S HYMN. Father of Heaven, Thy guidance we implore Where’er Thy providence our steps may send; With drooping hearts we leave our native shore, Do Thou be with us always—to the end! Protect and guard us on the lonely sea, Though angry storms our flutt’ring canvas rend, The anchor of our hope is fixed on Thee, Do Thou be with us always—to the end! Prepare for us a home beyond the wave, Where we in honest toil our days may spend, Till gently sinking to a peaceful grave; And be Thou with us always—to the end! Oh! bless the dear ones whom we leave behind! Though severed now from parent—brother—friend— In Thee the parted yet may union find, With them and us be always—to the end! Nor time nor space can from Thy love divide; For ever near to bless and to defend, Our lives—our all—we to Thy care confide, Be with us always—even to the end! XIX. FISHERMEN’S HYMN. There were fishermen once by the blue Galilee, Whose lives were as toilsome and hard as our own, They launched in the morning their boats in the sea, Their nets in the soft heaving waters were thrown. A plentiful blessing rewarded their toil, Though all the night long they had laboured in vain, Their vessels were filled with the glittering spoil, And slowly, deep-laden, they moved o’er the main. ’Twas the presence of Christ that a miracle wrought, The richly filled net was cast forth at His word, And the draught far surpassing their hopes or their thought, Was the least of the blessings bestowed by the Lord. Be with us, O Lord! when we launch forth alone, Be with us when toiling our bread to obtain, Though Thy presence no more be by miracles known, Who labour in faith, will not labour in vain. But we ask Thee for blessings more precious by far Than the depths of the earth or the ocean can yield, Make us feel, like Thy Peter, what sinners we are, Make us know that, though sinners, our pardon is sealed. Make us willing to quit all that keep us from Thee, Like the chosen disciples in ages long past, Like them, throughout life, Thy true followers be, And anchor in Heaven’s safe haven at last! XX. TEACHER’S HYMN. “Feed thou My lambs,” the Saviour said To one whose spirit burned to prove By toils endured, or life-blood shed, The strength of his devoted love. “Feed thou My lambs;” oh! sacred trust E’en for a great apostle meet, To raise the feeble from the dust, And guide them to the Saviour’s feet. “Feed thou My lambs.” And ever thus His flock the heavenly Shepherd tends; His mild command He breathes to us, And to our care His sheep commends.