Yet thou wilt safely keep,

And guide me with thine eye: My anchor, hope, shall firm abide, And I each boist'rous storm outride.

4 By faith I see the land,
The port of endless rest;
My soul, thy sails expand,
And fly to Jesus' breast.
Oh, may I reach the heav'nly shore,
Where winds and waves distress no more!

5 Whene'er becalm'd I lie,

And storms and winds subside;
Lord to my succour fly,

And keep me near thy side:

For more the treach'rous calm I dread,
Than tempests bursting o'er my head.

6 Come, heav'nly Wind, and blow
A prosp'rous gale of grace,

To waft me from below,

To heav'n my destin'd place: Then in full sail, my port I'll find, And leave the world, and sin behind.

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HYMN 401. Os.

Lambeth, Uxbridge.

AH! why this disconsolate frame?
Tho' earthly enjoyments decay,

My Jesus is ever the same,

A Sun in the gloomiest day : Tho' molten awhile in the fire, "Tis only the gold to refine ;

And be it my simple desire

Tho' suffering, not to repine.

2 What can be the pleasures to me, Which earth in its fulness can boast? Delusive, its vanities flee,

A flash of enjoyment at most:
And if the Redeemer could part
For me, with his throne in the skies,
Ah! why is so dear to my heart,
What he in his wisdom denies ?

3 Then let the rude tempest assail,
The blast of adversity blow,
The haven, tho distant, I hail,
Beyond this rough ocean of wo:
When safe on its beautiful strand,
I'll smile on the billows that foam,
Kind angels to hail me to land,
And Jesus to welcome me home.

HYMN 402. C. M.

'TIS

NEWTON.

Colchester, St. Ann's, Stade.

The storm hushed.

IS past-the dreadful stormy night
Is gone, with all its fears!

And now I see returning light,

The Lord, my Sun appears.

2 Oh, wond'rous change! but just before, Despair beset me round;

I heard the lion's horrid roar,
And trembled at the sound.

s Before corruption, guilt, and fear,
My former comforts fell;
And I discover'd, standing near,
The dreadful depths of hell.

4 But Jesus pity'd my distress;
He heard my feeble cry,
Reveal'd his blood and righteousness,
And brought salvation nigh.

5 Dear Lord, since thou hast broke my bands And set the captive free,

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I would devote my tongue, my hands, My heart, my all to thee.

HYMN 403. c. M.

MADAN'S COL.

Stade, Braintree, Abridge.

OUR little bark on boist'rous seas,

By cruel tempest tost,

Without one cheerful beam of hope,
Expecting to be lost;

2 We to the Loid, in humble prayer,
Breath'd out our sad distress;
Tho' feeble, yet with contrite hearts,
We begg'd return of peace.

3 The stormy winds did cease to blow,
The waves no more did roil;
And soon again a placid sea
Spoke comfort to each soul.

4 Oh! may our grateful, trembling hearts Sweet hallelujahs sing,

To him who hath our lives preserv'd,
Our Saviour, and our King.

5 Let us proclaim to all the world, With heart and voice, again,

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And tell the wonders he hath done
For us, the sons of men.

HYMN 404. C. P. M.

Ganges, Penitent, Chapel.

BROWN.

True convert. 2 Cor. v. 17.

THEN with my mind devoutly press'd,

W Dear Saviour, my revolving breast

Would past offences trace;
Trembling I make the black review,
Yet pleas'd behold, admiring too,
The pow'r of changing grace.

2 This tongue with blasphemies defil'd,
These feet to erring paths beguil'd,
In heav'nly league agree:

Who would believe such lips could praise,
Or think from dark and winding ways,
I e'er should turn to thee?

3 These eyes that once abus'd the light, Now lift to thee their wat'ry sight, And weep a silent flood;

These hands are rais'd in ceaseless pray'r,
Oh, wash away the stains they wear,
In pure redeeming blood.

4 These ears, that once could entertain The midnight oath, the festive strain, Around the sinful board;

Now deaf to all th' enchanting noise,
Avoid the throng, detest their joys,
And long to hear thy word.

5 Thus art thou serv'd in ev'ry part; Go on, bless'd Lord, to cleanse my heart, That drossy thing refine;

That grace may nature's pow'rs control, And a new creature, body, soul,

Be all and wholly thine.

HYMN 405. C. P. M.

NEWTON.

Chilton, Kew, Aithlone, Ganges.

F God had bid his thunders roll,

And lightnings flash to blast my soul,

I still had stubborn been:

But mercy has my heart subdu'd—
A bleeding Saviour I have view'd,
And now I hate my sin.

2 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone;
Come take possession of thine own,
For thou hast set me free;
Releas'd from Satan's hard command,
See all my pow'rs in waiting stand,
To be employ'd by thee.

3 My will conform'd to thine would move;
On thee my hope, desire, and love,
In fix'd attention join :

My hands, my eyes, my ears, my tongue,
Have Satan's servants been too long,
But now they shall be thine.

4 And can I be the very same,
Who lately durst blaspheme thy name,
And on thy gospel tread?

Surely each one, who hears my case, Will praise thee, and confess thy grace Invincible indeed!