1. O THOU, who hast spread out the skies,
And measured the depths of the sea,
"Twixt heavens and ocean shall rise
Our incense of praises to Thee.

2. We know that Thy presence is near,
While heaves our bark far from the land;
We ride o'er the deep without fear-
The waters are held in Thy hand.

3. Eternity comes in the sound

Of billows that never can sleep!
There's Deity circling us round-
Omnipotence walks o'er the deep!

4. O Father! our eye is to Thee,
As on for the haven we roll;
And faith in our Pilot shall be
An anchor to steady the soul.

H. F. GOULD.

9:5

1220. L. M.

2. Farewell, my friends, time rolls along,
Nor waits for mortals' care or bliss;
I leave you here, and travel on,
Till I arrive where Jesus is.

3. Farewell, my brethren in the Lord, To you I'm bound in cords of love;

Yet we believe His gracious word, We all shall meet Him soon above.

4. Farewell, old soldiers of the cross, You've struggled long and hard for heaven;

You've counted all things here but dross,

Fight on, the crown shall soon be given.

1221. L. M.

1. FAREWELL, bright soul, a short farewell,
Till we shall meet again above;
In the sweet groves where pleasures dwell,
And trees of life bear fruits of love.

2. There glory sits on every face,

There friendship smiles in every eye; There shall our tongues relate the grace That led us homeward to the sky.

3. O'er all the names of Christ, our King, Shall our harmonious voices rove; Our harps shall sound from every string The wonders of His bleeding love.

4. Come sovereign Lord! dear Saviour, come! Remove these separating days; Send Thy bright wheels to fetch us home, That golden hour, how long it stays? 5. How long must we lie lingering here,

While saints around us take their flight? Smiling, they quit this dusky sphere,

And mount the hills of heavenly light. 6. Sweet soul, we leave thee to thy rest, Enjoy thy Jesus and thy God, Till we, from bands of clay released, Spring out and climb the shining road.

1222. L. M.

WATTS.

1. THERE is a harp whose thrilling sound Swells through the choir of heaven above;

'Mid the blue arch the notes resound, While angels catch the song of love. 2. 'Tis when beyond this vale of tears, A sainted spirit wings its way; And pure before the throne appears In robes of bright, ethereal day.

3. Hark! the glad shout of sacred joy,

In choral numbers, loud and long;
Th' angel host their harps employ;
And hallelujahs swell the song.

1223. L. M.

1. THE ransomed spirit to her home,
The clime of cloudless beauty, flies;
No more on stormy seas to roam,

She hails her haven in the skies;
But cheerless are those heavenly fields,
That cloudless clime no pleasure yields,
There is no bliss in bowers above,
If Thou art absent, holy Love!
2. The cherub, near the viewless throne,
Smiteth the harp with trembling hand;|
And one, with incense-fire hath flown,
To touch with flame the angel-band;