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O bless the Lord, my soul,
His mercies bear in mind,
The Lord to thee is kind.
He will not always chide;
He will with patience wait ;
And ready to abate.
Prolongs thy feeble breath,
And ransoms thee from death.
He clothes thee with His love,
Upholds thee with His truth,
The vigour of thy youth.
O bless the Lord, my soul! Amen.
For those that travel by land or water. 408 “ The Lord shall preserve thy going-out
and thy coming-in.”
By His almighty arm ;
Who can protect him from all harm.
2 By sea and land, by night and day,
Though winds and thunders roar;
409 “The Lord thy God is with thee, whither
soever thou goest." 1 BE with us all for evermore,
Far parted though on earth we be:
We have no other Guide but Thee. 2 Be with us all, in strength and grace,
For daily need, for holy vow;
Touch tenderly the fevered brow. 3 Be with us all ! we cannot know
What sudden storm the hours may bring; In all temptation, joy, and woe,
To Thee for aid still let us cling.
Where time's uncertainties are o'er,
Be with us all for evermore. Amen.
410 “When thou passest through the waters
I will be with thee.”
Upon the lonely deep!
The midnight watch we keep.
2 We need not fear, though all around,
'Mid rising winds, we hear The multitude of waters surge,
For Thou, O God, art nearl
3 The calm, the breeze, the gale, the storm,
That pass from land to land,
The hollow of Thine hand.
4 [f duty calls from threatened strife
To guard our native shore;
The booming cannon's roar ;
5 Be Thou the main-guard of our host,
Till war and dangers cease;
411 “Thy way is in the sea, and Thy path
in the great waters.”
O Thou Who didst prepare
The ocean's caverned cell,
To meet and dwell:
And sing to Thee.
Borne on the darkening wave,
Safe in Thy strength we go,
That yawns below:
Amid the foaming spray,
And died away.
In all Thy wonders shown;
Thy steps unknown!
But oh! to faith how near-
Thou shinest here.
And waves of wilder foam,
And waft them home:
Nor angry waters roar,
That peaceful shore. Amen.
412 “He arose and rebuked the wind." 1 WHEN through the torn sail the wild tempest
is streaming, When o'er the dark wave the red lightning is
gleaming, Nor hope lends a ray the poor seaman to
cherish, We fly to our Maker—“Help, Lord, or we
20 Jesus, once toss'd on the breast of the
billow, Aroused by the shriek of despair from Thy
pillow, Now, seated in glory, the mariner cherish Who cries in his danger—“Help, Lord, or we
perish.” 3 And oh, when the whirlwind of passion is
raging, When sin in our hearts its wild warfare is
waging, Arise in Thy strength, Thy redeemed to
cherish, Rebuke the destroyer—“Help, Lord, or we
413 “The wind and the sea obey Him."
For those whose prayers are made
A helpless Babe was laid
And every human ill,
The wildest waves can still.
And white the angry deep,
Can still His treasure keep;
Though hope itself grow dim,
If peace we seek in Him.