This charming sailors' lyric is the work of the Rev. Godfrey Thring. Its probable date is 1862, and it appeared in Morell and Howe's collection and in _Hymns Congregational and Others_, published in 1866, which contained a number from his pen. Rector Thring was born at Alford, Somersetshire, Eng., March 25, 1823, and educated at Shrewsbury School and Baliol College, Oxford. In 1858 he succeeded his father as Rector of Alford. He compiled _A Church of England Hymnbook_ in 1880. The ocean hath no danger For those whose prayers are made To Him who in a manger A helpless Babe was laid, Who, born to tribulation And every human ill, The Lord of His creation, The wildest waves can still. * * * * * Though life itself be waning And waves shall o'er us sweep, The wild winds sad complaining Shall lull us still to sleep, For as a gentle slumber E'en death itself shall prove To those whom Christ doth number As worthy of His love. The tune "Morlaix," given to the hymn by Dr. Dykes, is simple, but a very sweet and appropriate harmony. "FIERCE RAGED THE TEMPEST ON THE DEEP." This fine lyric, based on the incident in the storm on the Sea of Galilee, is the work of the same writer and owes its tune "St. Aelred" to the same composer. The melody has an impressive rallentando of dotted semibreves to the refrain, "Peace, be still," after the more rapid notes of the three-line stanzas. The wild winds hushed, the angry deep Sank like a little child to sleep, The sullen waters ceased to leap. * * * * * So when our life is clouded o'er And storm-winds drift us from the shore Say, lest we sink to rise no more, "Peace! be still." "PULL FOR THE SHORE." When a shipwrecked crew off a rocky coast were hurrying to the long-boat, a sailor begged leave to run back to the ship's forecastle and save some of his belongings. "No sir," shouted the Captain, "she's sinking! There's nothing to do but to pull for the shore." Philip P. Bliss caught up the words, and wrought them into a hymn and tune. Light in the darkness, sailor, day is at hand! See o'er the foaming billows fair Haven's land; Drear was the voyage, sailor, now almost o'er; Safe in the life-boat, sailor, pull for the shore! CHORUS. Pull for the shore, sailor, pull for the shore! Heed not the rolling waves, but bend to the oar; Safe in the life-boat, sailor, cling to self no more; Leave the poor old stranded wreck and pull for the shore! The hymn-tune is a buoyant allegro--solo and chorus--full of hope and courage, and both imagery and harmony appeal to the hearts of seamen. It is popular, and has long been one of the song numbers in demand at religious services both on sea and land. "JESUS, SAVIOUR, PILOT ME."