If hush'd the breeze, and calm the tide, If loud the wind, the tempest high, Toss'd on the deep and swelling wave, No. 309.]. [Monday. THE MARINERS' MIDNIGHT HYMN. "They that go down to the sea in ships, they do business in great waters: These see the works of the Lord, and his wonders in the deep. They mount up to the heaven, they go down again to the depths, their soul is melted because of trouble. Then they cry unto the Lord in their trouble, and he bringeth them out of their distresses."-Psl. cviii. 23, 24. OH thou who didst prepare, Tossed on our reeling bark, Thy wond'rous ways, O Lord, we mark, That glorious hand of thine, That hangeth forth on high The clustering gems of night, No. 310.] [Tuesday. THE MARINERS' MIDNIGHT HYMN (continued). BORNE on the darkening wave, In measured sweep we go, Nor dread th' unfathomable grave, That yawns below; For he is nigh who trod Amid the foaming spray, Whose billows own'd th' incarnate God, And died away. How terrible art Thou In all thy wonders shown, Tho' veiled in thine eternal brow, Invisible to sight, But oh! to faith how near, Beneath the gloomiest cloud of night, To peaceful rest we go, And close our tranquil eyes, Though deep beneath the waters flow, Though swells the flowing tide, And threatens far above, We know in whom our souls confide, No. 311.] FRIENDSHIP. [Wednesday. 'Love your kindred and value your friends.' SWEET are the counsels of a friend, A sweet sensation to the heart, No. 312.] PROSPERITY. [Thursday. WITH moderate blessings be content, If God causes you to prosper in the world, be grateful to him; shew it by your liberality, and kindness to the distressed: for "There is that scattereth, and yet increaseth; there is that withholdeth more than is meet, but it tendeth to poverty." It is meet to be careful, but not covetous. No. 313.] TO-MORROW. [Friday. How heavy falls the foot of time! To-morrow-still the phantom flies, Eludes our grasp, is pass'd and gone; And in the morning thou art flown, Delusive sprite! from day to day, No. 314.] ON A SLEEPING BOY. [Saturday. SLEEP and while slumber weighs thine eyelids down, May no foul phantom o'er thy pillow frown; See where the glowing hands are closely prest, |