OUT OF THE DEPTHS. Almighty Sovereign of the sea, Make known thy matchless majesty; Rebuke the raging of the deep, And bid its surging billows sleep. Great God, regard thy servants’ prayer, And grant us, still, thy gracious care; Spare us, O Lord; our lives prolong, And turn our sorrow into song. Out of the depths we cry to thee; O, let us thy salvation see! Thy tender pity may we prove,-- Thy changeless, everlasting love. Through gloom and tempest guide our way; The sea is thine--it owns thy sway; The winds and waves obey thy will, Hushed when they hear thy “_Peace, be still!_” On thee alone our hope is stayed; O, be thou our unfailing aid, Till, in the haven of thy breast, We share thy saints’ eternal rest. THE SANCTUARY. How amiable thy courts! Thy temple, Lord, how fair! How pleasant, still, to lowly hearts, Thy tabernacles are. Thither the tribes go up,-- Thy chosen Israel,-- With voice of saintly jubilee Thy faithfulness to tell. How excellent they stand, The gates of praise and prayer! Would God my weary, fainting soul Might dwell forever there. Before the mercy seat We find our faith’s reward: A heart made holy to behold The beauty of the Lord. Thy ceaseless love, O Christ, Our pilgrimage shall cheer, Till, crowned with everlasting joy, In glory we appear. “IN QUIET RESTING PLACES.” More rest we want, O God! More rest from self and sin, More silence for serener thought, The soul’s true goal to win. Without, the strife of tongues, Within, a wayward will;-- O Jesus, Saviour! speak, and say, “Peace, troubled heart, be still.” In quiet confidence We then shall sweetly rest, And in thy gentleness, O Lord, For evermore be blest. THE SEASONS ARE THY SERVANTS. The seasons are thy servants, Lord! Obedient to thy will, Thy everlasting covenant They faithfully fulfill. The seasons are thy servants, Lord! Summer and winter bring Rich blessings from thy gracious hand,-- The bounty of the King. The seasons are thy servants, Lord! Why should thy children fear? With loving-kindness manifold Thou crownest every year. The seasons are thy servants, Lord! The sunshine and the rain; The seedtime and the harvest blend In our eternal gain. The seasons are thy servants, Lord! Thy changeless love we laud, And magnify, with grateful joy, The goodness of our God. ASPIRATION AND REST. O God, of love the _Fountain_ and the _Sea_! My fainting soul pants ceaselessly for thee; Earth’s bitter streams no comfort can supply,-- For thee, for thee, the living God, I sigh.