Page images
PDF
EPUB

HYMN TO BE USED AT SEA.

"O God of our salvation, who art the confidence of them that are afar off upon the sea."—Ps. lxv. 5.

LORD of the ocean, hear our cry,
As o'er the trackless deep we roam;
Be Thou, our haven, always nigh;
On homeless waters Thou our home.

O Jesu, Saviour, at whose voice

The tempest sank to perfect rest,

Bid Thou the mourner's heart rejoice,

And cleanse and calm the troubled breast.

O Holy Ghost, beneath whose power

Creation woke to life and light,

Command Thy blessing in this hour,

Thy fostering warmth, Thy quickening might.

Great God, Triune Jehovah, Thee
We love, we worship, we adore;
Our refuge on time's changeful sea,

Our joy on heaven's eternal shore.

1869.

THE INSTITUTION OF THE LORD'S SUPPER.

"I will not drink henceforth of this fruit of the vine, until I drink it new with you in my Father's kingdom."-MATT. xxvi. 29.

THE hour is come; the feast is spread:

Behold My body given;

Behold My life-blood freely shed

To ransom souls for heaven.

When of this cup I drink again,
In glory and with you,

No tears its perfect joy shall stain,

A joy for ever new.

Ere then ten thousand thousand times

My table shall be spread,

And countless souls in distant climes

Be comforted and fed.

252

THE INSTITUTION OF THE LORD'S SUPPER.

1850.

Grace, mercy, peace be multiplied

To those who commune there;

While seated by My Father's side
Their mansion I prepare.

But now these lips a different cup
For you must taste and drain,

And unrepiningly drink up

The dregs of bitter pain.

The griefs ye know not that are Mine,

Nor yet My glories see;

But break the bread, and drink the wine,

And thus remember Me.

COMMUNION OF THE SICK.

"I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night."-SONG v. 2.

"Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me."-REV. iii. 20.

THE sun is set, the twilight's o'er,
The night dews fall like rain:

A Prince stands at a suppliant's door,
And knocks, and knocks again.

"I slumber; but my heart is moved
With joy and holy fear:

Is it Thy footstep, O beloved,

Thy hand, Thy voice I hear ?"

« PreviousContinue »