14 DIVINE WORSHIP ON THE DEEP.

Uplifted with the inspiring scene, the priestly heart

grew bold To speak with eloquence of Him, who the Great Deep

controlled ; And loftier seem d his youthful brow, and more sublime

his voice, To warn the sinner to repent, and bid the saint rejoice.

A secret spell was on the heart that bowed the proud est head ;

Above us, the eternal skies, beneath, the mouldering dead ;

The dead, who know no burial rite, save storm or bat tle-cry,

Close sepulchered in coral cells where dull sea-monsters lie.

A blessed privilege it is, in God s own courts to stand,

And hear the pealing organ swell and join the prayer ful band ;

Yet deeper doth the wanderer feel that One alone can save,

Whose fleeting life hath floated forth like sea-weed o er the wave.

A blessed privilege it is to heed the Sabbath

chime, And forth neath summer-foliage walk to keep the holy

time ;

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