668. H. M.

1. JESUS, at thy command,
I launch into the deep,
And leave my native land,
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:
My soul each storm defies,

While I have such a Lord;

I'll trust Thy faithfulness and power,
To save me in the trying hour.

3. Though rocks and quicksands deep,
Through all my passage lie,
Yet Christ will safely keep,

And guide me with His eyes:
My anchor-hope, will firm abide,
And ev'ry bois'trous storm outride.

4. Whene'er becalm'd I lie,

And storms forbear to toss,
Be Thou, dear Lord, still nigh,
Lest I should suffer loss;

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

5. 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 heavenly shore Where winds and waves disturb no more

a-broad, While

2. He gilds thy mourning face
With beams that can not fade;
His all-resplendent grace

He pours around thy head;

The nations round thy form shall view,
With lustre new divinely crowned.

3. In honor to His name

Reflect that sacred light;
And loud that grace proclaim,

Which makes thy darkness bright;
Pursue His praiso till sovereign love,
In worlds above, the glory raise.

4. There on His holy hill

A brighter sun shall rise,

And with His radiance fill

Those fairer, purer skies;

While round His throne ten thousand stars, In nobler spheres, His influence own.

673. H. M.

1. To heaven I lift mine eyes;

From God is all my aid

DODDRIDGE.

The God who built the skies, And earth and nature made; God is the tower to which I fly; His grace is nigh in every hour.

2. My feet shall never slide,
And fall in fatal snares,
Since God, my Guard and Guide,
Defends me from my fears.
Those wakeful eyes, which never sleep,
Shall Israel keep when dangers rise.

3. No burning heats by day,

Nor blasts of evening air,
Shall take my health away,

If God be with me there;
Thou art my sun, and Thou my shade,
To guard my head by night or noon.

4. Hast Thou not pledged Thy word To save my soul from death? And I can trust my Lord

To keep my mortal breath.

I'll go and come, nor fear to die,

Till from on high Thou call me home,

WATTS

CORNET.

Arranged from a Western Melody.

hear the

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trumpet sound be-fore the break of day,

Oh, had I

the wings of the morn-ing, I'd

fly

--

And silver waves chime ever peacefully,! And no rude storm, how fierce so e'er it flieth,

Disturbs the Sabbath of that deeper sca.

3. So to the heart that knows Thy love, O Purest!

There is a temple, sacred evermore,
And all the babble of life's angry voices

2. Alone with Thee-amid the mystic sha

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dows,

The solemn hush of nature newly born; Alone with Thee in breathless adoration, In the calm dew and freshness of the

morn.

As in the dawning, o'er the waveless ocean, The image of the morning star doth rest, So in this stillness, Thou beholdest only Thine image in the waters of my breast.

door.

morning