We know not where the secret tides Will help us or delay, Nor where the lurking tempest hides, Nor where the fogs are gray. We trust in Thee, whate’er befall; Thy sea is great, our boats are small. When outward bound we boldly sail And leave the friendly shore, Let not our heart of courage fail Until the voyage is o’er. We trust in Thee, whate’er befall; Thy sea is great, our boats are small. When homeward bound we gladly turn, O bring us safely there, Where harbor-lights of friendship burn And peace is in the air. We trust in Thee, whate’er befall; Thy sea is great, our boats are small. Beyond the circle of the sea, When voyaging is past, We seek our final port in Thee; O bring us home at last. In Thee we trust, whate’er befall; Thy sea is great, our boats are small. 8.6.8.6.4.4.4.4 Meiringen. II THE BURNING BUSH “I will now turn aside and see this great sight.”—Exod. III:3. Thy wisdom and Thy might appear, Eternal God, through every year; From day to day, from hour to hour, Thy works reveal self-ordered power. We worship Thee whose will hath laid Thy sovereign rule on all things made; The faithful stars, the fruitful earth, Obey Thy laws that gave them birth. Yet Thou canst make a marvel shine Amid these mighty laws of Thine. As when Thy servant Moses came And saw the bush with Thee aflame. We turn aside and tread the ways That lead through wonder up to praise; Wherever Thou by man art found The homely earth is holy ground. If Thou hast formed us out of dust Through ages long,—in Thee we trust; O grant us in our souls to see The living flame that comes from Thee. L. M. Canonbury. III CHILDREN IN THE MARKET-PLACE “They are like children in the market-place.”—Luke VII:32. Like children in the market-place Who weary of their play, We turn from folly’s idle race And come to Thee today. O Jesus, teller of the tale That never will grow old, Thy words of living truth prevail Our listening hearts to hold. Tell us of Father-love that speaks Peace to the wandering child; Of valiant Shepherd-love that seeks The lost sheep in the wild; Of deep Redeemer-love that knows What sins we need forgiven, And on the Magdalen bestows The purest joy of Heaven. Tell us of faith that’s like a sword, And hope that’s like a star; How great the patient soul’s reward, How blest the loyal are. Tell us of courage like a wall No storm can batter down; Tell us of men who venture all For Thee, and win a crown.