Imatges de pÓgina


“He shall dwell on high: his place of defence shall be the munitions of rocks; bread shall be given him ; his water shall be sure.

“ Thine eyes shall see the king in his beauty; they shall behold the land that is very far off.”—Isa. xxxiii,

16, 17.

BIRD of Heaven ! o'er the sea,
Roaming at thy liberty,
Now aloft, and now below,
Where the briny waters flow,
Skimming o'er the deep blue wave,
Thy delight—the seaman's grave !
Dipping now, with graceful motion,
In the deep and rolling ocean :
While the silvery drops of spray
Sparkle in the sun's bright ray,

Wheeling round in airy rings,
Balanced by thy steady wings,
Then returning to thy nest,
There with folded wing to rest ;
While below the ocean wave,
Dashes ough the sea-girt
In thy rocky home on high,
Fearless of the stormy sky,
Free from danger and alarm,
Thou art safe from every harm.
Faithful Christian ! battling long
With the raging billows strong;
Boldly breast the heaving wave,
Though thy weary head it lave;
Rise above the stormy sea,
In thy flight-unfettered, free;
Borne aloft on Faith's strong wing,
As the gull to Heaven spring,
Upward steer with stedfast sight,
To the realms of life and light.

In the fastness of the rock Hidden from the tempest's shock, Shall thy peaceful dwelling be Wrapt in blest security. Far above the din and strife Of the busy worldling's life; Streams of living waters roll, Through thy dry and thirsty soul ; While to feed thee shall be given From on high the bread of Heaven. Soon with joy thou shalt behold Zion with her streets of gold; And to Christ thy glorious king, Songs of praise for ever sing.


"And the flood was forty days upon the earth; and the waters increased, and bare up the ark, and it was lift up above the earth.

“And the waters prevailed, and were increased greatly upon the earth; and the ark went upon the face of the waters.

“And the waters prevailed exceedingly upon the earth; and all the high hills, that were under the whole heaven, were covered.

Fifteen cubits upward did the waters prevail; and the mountains were covered.”—Gen. vii. 17—20.

The clouds grow darker, and the angry sky

A heavy torrent of destruction pours ; The proud waves rear their crested heads on

high, And louder still the deafening tempest

roars; Yet on the rolling ocean's stormy breast, There floats a quiet home of peace and rest.

Higher the waters rise, and every hill,

And lofty mountain-top is lost to sight; The heavy clouds pour forth a deluge still,

Changing the light of day to gloomy night; Still floats the ark the raging sea above, Around her flows the oil of peace and love.

Poor fearful soul ! why tremble at the wave,

The heaving billow, and the tempest's sweep, Why dread the stormy sea, which seems to lave

Thy fainting spirit in affliction's deep? Know thou, that love divine directs the dart, Which sends such anguish thro' thy bleeding


Jesus would draw thee nearer to the side,

That poured for thee a stream of crimson dye; Love flowed in every drop of that dark tide, Which purchased thee to dwell with Him on

high; Cleave then to Him, abide in His embrace, Glorious He soon shall come and see thee face

to face.


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