ast;
And dim the distant heights appear,
Like clouds along the west.

3 There is a loneliness
Upon the mighty deep;
And hurried thoughts upon us press,
As onward still we sweep.

4 But there is hope and joy,
Wherever we may be;
Danger nor death can e'er destroy
Our trust, O God, in Thee!

5 Then wherefore should we grieve
Or what have we to fear?
Though home and friends and life we leave,
Our God is ever near.

6 Sweep, mighty ocean, sweep!
Ye winds, blow foul or fair!
Our God is with us on the deep,
Our home is everywhere.

431. P. M. Mrs. Southey.

The Mariner's Hymn.

1 Launch thy bark, mariner!
Christian, God speed thee!
Let loose the rudder bands,
Good angels lead thee!
Set thy sails warily,
Tempests will come;
Steer thy course steadily,
Christian, steer home!

2 Look to the weather bow,
Breakers are round thee;
Let fall thy plummet now,
Shallows may ground thee.
Reef in thy foresail there;
Hold the helm fast;
So,--let the vessel wear,--
By swept the blast.

3 Slacken no sail yet, at
Inlet or island;
Straight for the beacon steer,--
Straight for the highland;
Crowd all the canvass on,
Cut through the foam;--
Christian! cast anchor now;
Heaven is thy home!

432. 8 & 7s. M. Sterling.

The Husbandman's Hymn.

1 Many a power within earth's bosom,
Noiseless, hidden, works beneath;
Hence are seed and leaf and blossom,
Golden ear and clustered wreath.

2 Wind and frost, and hour and season,
Land and water, sun and shade,--
Work with these, as bids thy reason,
For they work thy toil to aid.

3 Sow thy seed and reap in gladness!
Man himself is all a seed;
Hope and hardship, joy and sadness,
Slow the plant to ripeness lead.

433. L. M. Flint.

Remembrance of Our Fathers.

1 In pleasant lands have fallen the lines
That bound our goodly heritage,
And safe beneath our sheltering vines
Our youth is blest, and soothed our age.

2 What thanks, O God, to Thee are due,