On the billow's rough foam, the battered bark 1 marvelled it sank not: but ONE was there, No empty shells had its mariner sought The darkness came on; the tempest rose high; But the vessel she bore so bravely on, The morning broke on that sorrowful night, I looked for the bark; it was safely moored The white sail was furled, the anchor dropped, Oh! blest the repose, and eternal the peace Of the ransomed soul shall be; No more "toiling in rowing," no fear of a storm; For "there shall be no more sea." L. B. On the billow's rough foam, the battered bark 1 marvelled it sank not: but ONE was there, No empty shells had its mariner sought The darkness came on; the tempest rose high; But the vessel she bore so bravely on, The morning broke on that sorrowful night, I looked for the bark; it was safely moored The white sail was furled, the anchor dropped, Oh! blest the repose, and eternal the peace Of the ransomed soul shall be; No more "toiling in rowing," no fear of a storm; For "there shall be no more sea." L. B. THE MERCY-SEAT. FROM every stormy wind that blows, There is a place where JESUS sheds There is a place where spirits blend, Ah! whither should we flee for aid, There, there on eagle wing we'd soar, REV. H. STOWELL. THE GOODNESS OF GOD. THERE's not a bird with lonely nest, There's not a being now accurst, And every joy the wicked see Received its origin from Thee. Each barren crag, each desert rude, And Thou dost bless the wanderer there, In busy mart and crowded street, No less than in the still retreat, Thou, LORD, art near, our souls to bless, With all a parent's tenderness. And every moment still doth bring Thy blessings on its loaded wing: Widely they spread through earth and sky, And last to all eternity. Through all creation let Thy Name |