W "Save, Lord! or we perish." Matt. viii. 25. HEN through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming, [gleaming, When o'er the dark wave the red lightning is Nor hope lends a ray the poor seaman to cherish, We fly to our Maker: "Save, Lord! or we perish." 2 O Jesus, once rock'd on the breast of the billow,. Arous'd 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 O! when the whirlwind of passion is raging, When sin in our hearts its wild warfare is waging, Then send down thy Spirit thy ransom'd to cherish, Rebuke the destroyer; "Save, Lord! or we perish." HYMN 120. 1 L (C. M.) Eternal wisdom is their guide, Their help, Omnipotence. 2 Though they through foreign lands should roam, And breathe the tainted air In burning climates, far from home, 4 When waves on waves, to heaven uprear'd, When terror in each face appear'd, 5 To thee I rais'd my humble prayer, I found thine ear not slow to hear, 6 Thou gav'st the word--the winds did cease, The raging sea was hush'd in peace, 7 For this my life, in every state, 1 A life of praise shall be; And death, when death shall be my fate, W THEN dangers, woes, or death are nigh, Past mercies teach me where to fly: Thine arm, Almighty God, can aid, When sickness grieves, and pains invade. 2 To all the various helps of art Kindly thy healing power impart; Bethesda's bath refus'd to save, Unless an angel bless'd the wave. 3 All med'cines act by thy decree, Receive commission all from thee; And not a plant which spreads the plains, But teems with health, when Heaven ordains. 4 Clay and Siloam's pool, we find, At heaven's command restor❜d the blind; 5 But grant me nobler favours still, His blood is all-sufficient found To draw the shaft and heal the wound. 1 HYMN 122. On Recovery from Sickness. (C. M.) HEN we are rais'd from deep distress, WH We take the pattern of our praise From Hezekiah's tongue. 2 The gates of the devouring grave If he that holds the keys of death 3 When he but speaks the healing word, Fevers and plagues obey the Lord, 4 If half the strings of life should break, 5 To him I cried, "Thy servant save, "Thy power can rescue from the grave, 6 He heard, and sav'd my soul from death, 1 M Y God, since thou hast rais'd me up, Restor❜d by thine Almighty pow'r, 1 H EAR what the voice from heav'n declares To those in Christ who die! "Releas'd from all their earthly cares, They'll reign with him on high." 66 2 Then why lament departed friends, 3 If sin be pardon'd, we're secure, The law gave sin its strength and power; 4 The graves of all his saints he bless'd, And, rising thence, their hopes he rais'd 5 Then, joyfully, while life we have, 1 HYMN 125. (C. M.) HEN those we love are snatch'd away W By death's resistless hand, Our hearts the mournful tribute pay 2 While pity prompts the rising sigh, May this dread truth, "I too must die," 3 Let this vain world allure no more; It bids us use the present hour,- 4 The voice of this instructive scene Nor be the faithful warning vain 5 O let us to that Saviour fly, Whose arm alone can save; And triumph o'er the grave. HYMN 126. Death of a Young Person. (C. M.) "OW short the race our friend has run, Cut down in all his bloom! The course but yesterday begun Now finish'd in the tomb! 2 Thou joyous youth! hence learn how soon To-morrow, mercy's open gate 4 And thus the Lord reveals his grace, K |