1 O Thou who hast spread out the skies, And measured the depths of the sea, 'Twixt heavens and ocean shall rise Our incense of praises to thee. 2 We know that thy presence is near While heaves our bark far from the land;-- We ride o'er the deep without fear;-- The waters are held in thy hand. 3 Eternity comes in the sound Of billows that never can sleep! There's Deity circling us round,-- Omnipotence walks o'er the deep! 4 O Father, our eye is to thee, As on for the haven we roll; And faith in our Pilot shall be An anchor to steady the soul. 832. L. M. Cowper. Temptation compared to a Storm. 1 The billows swell; the winds are high; Clouds overcast my wintry sky: Out of the depths to thee I call; My fears are great, my strength is small. 2 O Lord, the pilot's part perform, And guide and guard me through the storm; Defend me from each threatening ill; Control the waves: say, "Peace! be still." 833. L. M. L. H. Signourney. Prayer at Sea. 1 Prayer may be sweet in cottage homes, Where sire and child devoutly kneel, While through the open casement nigh The vernal blossoms fragrant steal. 2 Prayer may be sweet in stately halls, Where heart with kindred heart is blent, And upward to th' eternal throne The hymn of praise melodious sent. 3 But he who fain would know how warm The soul's appeal to God may be, From friends and native land should turn, A wanderer on the faithless sea;-- 4 Should hear its deep, imploring tone Rise heavenward o'er the foaming surge, When billows toss the fragile bark, And fearful blasts the conflict urge. 5 Naught, naught appears but sea and sky; No refuge where the foot may flee: How will he cast, O Rock divine, The anchor of his soul on thee! 834. C. M. Anonymous. The Sailor's Grave. 1 Not in the church-yard shall he sleep, Amid the silent gloom,-- His home was on the mighty deep, And there shall be his tomb. 2 He loved his own bright, deep blue sea, O'er it he loved to roam; And now his winding sheet shall be That same bright ocean's foam. 3 No village bell shall toll for him Its mournful, solemn dirge; The winds shall chant a requiem To him beneath the surge. 4 For him, break not the grassy turf, Nor turn the dewy sod; His dust shall rest beneath the surf, His spirit with its God. 835. C. M. Select Hymns. Prayer for Seamen. 1 We come, O Lord, before thy throne, And, with united pleas, We meet and pray for those who roam Far off upon the seas. 2 O, may the Holy Spirit bow The sailor's heart to thee, Till tears of deep repentance flow Like rain-drops in the sea.