A In midst of dangers, fears and deathe,

Thy goodness we'll adore,
We'll praise thee for thy mercies past,

And humbly hope for more.
6 Our life, while thou preservist that life,

Thy sacrifice shall be,
And death, when death shall be our lot,
Shall join our souls to thee.

ADDISON

15.

Providence mysterious but merciful. "Thy way is in the sea, thy footsteps are not

known.-Psalm lxxvii. (C. M.) I GOD moves in a mysterious way,

His wonders to perform,
He plants his footsteps in the sea,

And rides upon the storm.
2 Ye fearful saints fresh courage take,

The clouds ye so much dread,
Are big with mercy, and shall break

In blessings on your head. $ His purposes will ripen fast,

Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,

But sweet will be the flower. 4 Blind unbelief is sure to eri,

And soan his work in vr.in;
God is bis own interpreter,
And be will make it plain.

Cowpen

C

16.

Divine Power.
“ Thou rulest the raging of the sea."

Psalm lxxxix. (L. M) 1 THY potent arm, all glorious God,

With ease controls the raging flood ;
At thy command the sea is still,

And winds and waves perform thy will. 2 The sounding billows mount on high,

And swell their fury to the sky,
Then at thy word they sink again,

And liquid mountains form a plain.
3 Thus the wide sea, from pole to pole,

Is subject to thy wise control;
Its waves thy sov'reign will obey,

And how submissive to thy sway.
4 Great God, stretch out thy mighty hand,

And bring us safely back to land,
There to adore thy gracious power,
Which saved us in the trying hour.

CHAPMAN'S SELECTIONS

17.

Providence Universal.
“ His tender mercies are over all his works."

Psalm cxlv. (C. M.)
1 TEMPESTS arise, when God appoints,

And mighty oceans roar,
He bids the winds and waves be still,

And strait the storm is o'er.
Without him not a sparrow falls,

Nor eagle cuts the air,
But saints amid these changing scenek,

Are his peculiar care

3 If light attends the course I run,

"Tis he provides those rays,
And 'tis his hand that hides my sun,

If darkness cloud my days.
4 Through regions, distant and unknown,

His providence extends,
Then let his praises fly abroad,
To Earth's remotest ends.

BEDDOML.

18.

Delivering Mercy.
u God stilleth the noise of the seas.'

Psalm lxv (L. M.)
1 SAILORS, that travel o'er the flood,

Address their frighted souls to God,
When tempests rage, and billows roar,

At dreadful distance from the shore. 2 He bids the noisy tempests cease,

He calms the raging crowd to peace,
When a tumultuous nation raves,

Wild as the winds, and loud as waves. 3 ) may the sons of men record

The wond'rous goodness of the Lord ;
Let them their private offerings bring,
And in the Church his glory sing.

Warn.

19.
! The Mariners' Psalm.
“ They that go down to the sea in ships."

Psalm cvii. (C.M.)
I THY works of glory, mighty Lord,

Thy wonders in the deeps,
The sons of courage shall record,

Who trade in floating ships.

3 At thy commands the winds arise,

And swell the tow'ring waves,
The men astonish'd, mount the skies,

Or sink in gaping graves.
3 Again they climb the watery hills,

And plunge in deeps again,
Each like a tott'ring drunkard reels

And finds his courage vain.
4 Frighted to hear the tempest roar,

They pant with fluttering breath, And, hopeless of the distant shore,

Expect immediate death. • Then to the Lord they raise their cries,

He hears their loud request, And orders silence thro' the skies,

And lays the floods to rest.
6 Sailors rejoice to lose their fears,

And see the storm allay'd;
Now to their eyes the port appears,
There let their vows be paid.

WATIS,

20.

The Darkness of Providence.
* Thy path is in the great waters,"

Psalm lxxvii. (C. M.)
THY way, O God, is in the sea,

Thy paths I cannot trace,
Nur comprehend the mystery

Of thy unbounded grace.
2 Here, the dark veils of flesh and sonya

My captive soul surround;
Mysterious deeps of providence,

My wondering thoughts confound,

3 'Tis but in part I know thy will,

I bless thee for the sight,
When will thy love the rest reveal
In glory's clearer light.

FAWOETT:

21.

Providence Reriewed. " Forget not all his benefits."-Psalm ciit (C. M. I WHEN all thy mercies, O my God!

My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost

In wonder love and praise.
2 Thy providence my life sustain'd,

And all my wants redress'd,
When in the silent womb I lay,

And hung upon the breast. 3 Thro' every period of my life,

Thy goodness I'll adore,
And after death, in distant worlds,
Thy mercy still explore.

ADDISON,

22.

Distinguishing Preservation “ Lo I the winter is pæst, the rain is over and

gone."-Cant. ii. (L. M.)
I RECORD, my soul, thy Maker's power,

Whose winds and waves obey his will ;
He bids the awful tempest roar,
His voice the wildest storm can still