2 His destin'd land he sometimes sees, HYMN 400. H. M. Toplady. Allerton. Whitchurch. Jubilee. 1 JESUS, at thy command, For thee I fain would all resign, And sail to heav'n with thee and thine; 2 Thou art my Pilot wise; 3 Though rocks and quicksands deep, Yet thou wilt safely keep, And guide me with thine eye: Oh, may I reach the heav'nly shore, Where winds and waves distress no more! 5 Whene'er becalm'd I lie, And storms and winds subside; And keep me near thy side: For more the treach'rous calm I dread, To waft me from below, To heav'n, my destin'd place: Then in full sail, my port I'll find, And leave the world, and sin behind. HYMN 401. 8s. Lambeth. Uxbridge. 1 AH! why this disconsolate frame? Though earthly enjoyments decay, My Jesus is ever the same, A Sun in the gloomiest day: Though molten awhile in the fire, 'Tis only the gold to refine; And be it my simple desire Though suffering, not to repine. 2 What can be the pleasures to me, Which earth in its fulness can boast? Delusive, its vanities flee, A flash of enjoyment at most: And if the Redeemer could part For me, with his throne in the skies, Ah! why is so dear to my heart, What he in his wisdom denies ? 3 Then let the rude tempest assail, The blast of adversity blow, The haven, though distant, I hail, Beyond this rough ocean of wo: When safe on its beautiful strand, I'll smile on the billows that foam, Kind angels to hail me to land, And Jesus to welcome me home. HYMN 402. C. M. Newton. Colchester. St. Ann's. Stade. The storm hushed. 1 'TIS past-the dreadful stormy night Is gone, with all its fears! And now I see returning light, The Lord, my Sun, appears. 2 Oh, wond'rous change! but just before, Despair beset me round; I heard the lion's horrid roar, 3 Before corruption, guilt, and fear, 5 Dear Lord, since thou hast broke my bands And set the captive free, I would devote my tongue, my hands, HYMN 403. C. M. Madan's Col. Stade. Braintree. Abridge. Without one cheerful beam of hope, 2 We to the Lord, in humble prayer, 3 The stormy winds did cease to blow, 4 Oh! may our grateful, trembling hearts Sweet hallelujahs sing, To him who hath our lives preserv'd, 5. Let us proclaim to all the world, With heart and voice, again, And tell the wonders he hath done For us, the sons of men. HYMN 404. C. P. M. Ganges. Penitent. Chapel. Brown. True convert. 2 Cor. v. 17. 1 WHEN with my mind devoutly press'd, Who would believe such lips could praise, 3 These eyes that once abus'd the light, These hands are rais'd in ceaseless pray'r, 4 These ears, that once could entertain Now deaf to all th' enchanting noise, |