3 If glorious be that awful deep, No human power can bind, What then art thou, who bid'st it keep Within its bounds confined! 4 Let heaven and earth in praise unite, Eternal praise to thee, Whose word can rouse the tempest's might, Or still the raging sea! 828. L. M. 6l. Anonymous. The Mariner's Hymn. 1 Lord of the sea!--thy potent sway Old ocean's wildest waves obey; The gale that whistles through the shrouds, The storm that drives the frighted clouds,-- If but thy whisper order peace, How soon their rude commotions cease! 2 Lord of the sea!--the seaman keep From all dangers of the deep! When high the white-capped billows rise, When tempests roar along the skies, When foes or shoals awaken fear,-- O, in thy mercy be thou near. 3 Lord of the sea!--a sea is life Of care and sorrow, woe and strife! With watchful pains we steer along, To keep the right path, shun the wrong: God grant, that, when we cease to roam, We gain an everlasting home! 829. 7s. M. Mrs. Sigourney. The Same. 1 When the parting bosom bleeds, When our native shore recedes, When the wild and faithless main Takes us to her trust again, Father! view a sailor's woe-- Guide us wheresoe'er we go. 2 When the lonely watch we keep, Silent on the mighty deep, While the boisterous surges hoarse Bear us daily on our course, Eye that never slumbers! shed Holy influence on our 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 in foreign lands we roam, Far from kindred, far from home, Stranger-eyes our conduct view, Heathen-bands our steps pursue, Let our conversation be Fitting those who follow thee. 5 Should pale death, with arrow dread, Make the ocean-cave our bed, Though no eye of love might see Where that shrouded grave shall be-- God! who hear'st the surges roll, Deign to save the sailor's soul. 830. C. M. Madan's Coll. Thanksgiving for Deliverance in a Storm. 1 Our little bark, on boisterous seas, By cruel tempests tossed, Without one cheerful beam of hope, Expecting to be lost,-- 2 We to the Lord, in humble prayer, Breathed out our sad distress; Though feeble, yet with contrite hearts, We begged return of peace. 3 Then ceased the stormy winds to blow; The surges ceased to roll; And soon again a placid sea Spoke comfort to the soul. 4 O, may our grateful, trembling hearts Their hallelujahs sing To him who hath our lives preserved,-- Our Father and our King. 831. 8s. M. H. F. Gould. Hymn at Sea.