DIVINE WORSHIP ON THE DEEP. 15

Yet who hath all devoutly praised the Friend his breath

that kept, Until the unpitying mountain-surge roam d round him

while he slept ?

Earth, the indulgent mother-nurse, with love her son

doth guide,

His safety, on her quiet breast, begets an inborn pride ; But Ocean, like a king austere, doth mock his trusting

gaze, And test the fabric of the faith, by which on Heaven

he stays.

Hark ! hark ! again a tuneful sound floats o er the watery plain,

How passing sweet are Zion s songs amid the stranger- main ;

We taught their praise to echoing winds along our venturous way,

And to the billows as they toss d in their tremendous play.

" I know that my Redeemer lives ! " O Soul ! how

great thy bliss, If in thine inmost casket dwells a gem so pure as

this. Be patient neath the darkest cloud, be glad whate er

betide ; " / know that my Redeemer lives" what needs t thou

know beside ?

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