י See saints and angels joined in one, 'VE listed in the holy war, Sing glory, glory, hallelujah. Content to suffer soldiers' fare; The banner over me is love, Sing glory. &c. Sing glory, &c. I draw my rations from above. Sing glory, &c. 2 I've fought through many a battle sore, 3 I've listed, and I mean to fight, Come, take the field and wear the crown. 5 With 'listing orders I am come Come rich, come poor, come old and young; 6 Our General he is gone before, And you may draw on grace's store: You'll sink into eternal night. HYMN 115. P. M. OH! that I had some humble place, "Tis awful "Tis awfu Where I might hide from sorrow; Where I might see my Saviour's face, And still my Jesus follow. I have my bitter and my sweet, While through this world I travel; THE CHRISTIAN MARINER. 1 HYMN 116. P. M. THROUGH tribulation deep, This stormy course I keep, On these tempestuous seas; By waves and winds I'm toss'd and driv'n, Freighted with grace and bound to heav'n. 2 Sometimes temptations blow And o'er my sides break in; The blust'ring winds and surging waves. 3 When I in my distress, My anchor, hope, can cast It holds my vessel fast; Safely she then at anchor rides, 'Midst stormy blasts and swelling tides. 4 If a dead calm ensues, And heav'n no breeezes give, The oar of prayer I use, I tug, and toil, and strive: Thro' storms and calms for many a day, 1 make but very little way. 5 But when a heavenly breeze Springs up and fills my sail, Before the pleasant gale: And runs as much an hour, or more, 6 Hid by the clouds from sight, The sun doth not appear, Nor can I in the night Behold the moon or star; Sometimes for days and weeks, or more, I cannot see the sky or shore, 7 As at the time of noon, My quadrant FAITH, I take, To view my CHRIST, ny sun, If he the clouds should break; I'm happy when his face I see, know then whereabouts I be. 3 The Bible is my chart, By it the seas I know; I cannot with it part, It rocks and sands doth show: t is a chart and compass 100, Whose needle points for ever true. 9 I keep aloof from pride, These rocks I pass with care; I studiously avoid The whirlwind of despair; 10 When through a strait I go, 11 My vessel would be lost, Himself vouchsafes to steer; And I through all my voyage will Depend upon my steerman's skill. 12 Ere I can reach heaven's coast I must a gulph pass through, Which fatal proves to most; For all this passage go. But all death's waves can't me o'erwhelm 13 When through this gulph I get, The pilot angels meet And bring me into port; And when I land on that blest shore. 1 HYMN 117. P. M JESUS, at thy command, I launch into the deep, Where sin lulls all asleep; For thee I would the world resign, And sail to heaven with thee and thine. 2 Thou art my pilot-wise, My compass is thy word; 1 I'll trust thy faithfulness and power, 3 Though rocks and quicksands deep, Yet Christ will safely keep, And guard me with his eye; My anchor, hope, will firm abide, And every boisterous storm outride 4 Whene'er becalm'd I lie, And storms forbear to toss; 5 By faith I see the land, The port of endless rest; 6 Come, Holy Ghost, and blow A prosperous gale of grace: To heaven my destin'd place: There in full sail, my port I'll find, HYMN 113. P. M. THE people called Christians, how many things they tell, About the land of Canaan, where saints and angels dwell; But sin, that dreadful ocean, compasses them around, While its tide still divides them from Canaan's happy ground. 2 Thousands have been impatient to find their passage through, And with united vigour have tried what they could do ; |