2 O Jesus, once rocked on the breast of the billow, Aroused by the shriek of despair from Thy pillow, Now seated in glory, the mariner cherish, Who cries in his anguish, "Save, Lord, or we perish!" 3 And oh, when the whirlwind of passion is raging, When sin in our hearts the wild warfare is waging, Then send down Thy grace, Thy redeemèd to cherish, Rebuke the destroyer; "Save, Lord, or perish!" "It is I, be not afraid."-Matt. xiv. 27. Euroclydon, 483.] 261 F 6.4. we [ANATOLIUS, tr. by J. M. NEALE. IERCE was the wild billow, Oars laboured heavily, Foam glimmered white; Mariners trembled, Peril was nigh; Thus said the God of God, 2 Ridge of the mountain wave, Wail of Euroclydon, Be thou at rest! Where saith the Light of Light, "Peace! It is I!" 3 Jesu, Deliverer! Come Thou to me, Soothe Thou my voyaging Over life's sea. Thou, when the storm of death Roars, sweeping by, Whisper, O Truth of Truth! "Peace It is I!" "The Word of the Lord endureth for over." Oxford, 231.] 1 Pet. i. 25. 6.6. (Trochaic.) [H. W. BAKER. 262 LORD, Thy Word abideth, And our footsteps guideth; Who its truth believeth 2 When our foes are near us, Message of salvation. 3 When the storms are o'er us, 4 Who can tell the pleasure, 5 Word of mercy, giving 6 Oh, that we discerning Lord, may love and fear Thee, "Because I live, ye shall live also."-John xiv. 19. 263 BLESS the Christ of God; I I rest on love divine; 2 [H. BONAR. And, with unfaltering lip and heart, His cross dispels each doubt; I bury in His tomb Each thought of unbelief and fear, Each lingering shade of gloom. 3 4 5 I praise the God of grace, I trust His truth and might; He calls me His, I call Him mine- 'Tis He who saveth me, I love because He loveth me, My life with Him is hid, My death has passed away; 66 My Beloved is mine, and I am His." Southgate, 387. 264 I 2 3 6 4.6 4.10 10. LIFT my heart to Thee, For Thou art all to me, And I am Thine. [C. E. MUDIE Is there on earth a closer bond than this, Thine am I by all ties; But chiefly Thine, That through Thy sacrifice, Thou, Lord, art mine. By Thine own cords of love, so sweetly wound Around me, I to Thee am closely bound. To Thee, Thou Bleeding Lamb, I all things owe; All that I have and am, And all I know. All that I have is now no longer mine, And I am not mine own; Lord, I am Thine. How can I, Lord, withhold Life's brightest hour From Thee; or gathered gold, Or any Power? Why should I keep one precious thing from Thee, When Thou hast given Thine own dear Self for me? I pray Thee, Saviour, keep Until death's holy sleep To that fair realm, where, sin and sorrow o'er, Thou and Thine own are One for evermore. "Draw me, we will run after Thee." Aspiration, 422. Laleham, 220. 255 NEARER, O God, to Thee! Hear Thou my prayer. E'en though a heavy cross Still all my prayer shall be, 2 If, where they led my Lord, Planting my steps in His, Oh, may they carry me 3 If Thou the cup of pain Let not my trembling lip From the draught shrink; So by my woes to be, Nearer, O God, to Thee; Nearer to Thee! 4 Though the great battle rage Still where my Captain fights Through toils and strife to be Nearer to Thee! 5 When, my course finished, I Ent'ring the shadowy Valley of death, There too I still shall be 6 And when Thou, Lord, once more Oh for a dwelling place Through all eternity "Perfect love casteth out fear."-1 John iv. 18. Ludwig, 101.] 6.6. [H. BONAR. 266 LOVE that casts out fear, Tarry no more without, So shall my way be safe, "The love of Christ constraineth us."-2 Cor. v. 14. Stella, 441.] 267 8.8. [SCHEFFLER ; tr. by c. WINKWORTH. LOVE, who formedst me to wear Who soughtest me with tender care |