MIDNIGHT THOUGHTS AT SEA.
Like a speck mid ocean's foam
Far from native land and home,
Midnight's cloud without a ray,
Darkening o'er our venturous way,
While the mountain wave is rolling,
And the ship's bell faintly tolling,
Helpless, Lord, and weak are we,
Let us turn for strength to Thee.
Blast and surge, contending hoarse,
Drive us on with headlong force,
And the ship, while tempests urge,
Groans and shivers at their scourge;
Yet should wildest tempests swell,
Be thou near, and all is well;
Saviour! on this tossing Sea
Let us find repose in Thee.
Countless wrecks are spread below,
Where with daring keel we go;
Gentle forms, and bosoms brave,
Ocean's floor, like jewels pave;
If with them in briny deep
It should be our lot to sleep,
Saviour! from the whelming sea
Take our ransomed souls to Thee.