f 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,
dim. We fly to our Maker-" Help, Lord, or we perish.”

2.

O Jesus, once tossed on the breast of the billow,
f Aroused by the shriek of despair from Thy pillow,
Now, seated in glory, the mariner cherish

dim. 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,

dim. Rebuke the destroyer-" Help, Lord, or we perish." Amen.

"The priest's lips should keep knowledge; he is the messenger of the Lord of Hosts."

I.

LORD of the Church, we humbly pray

For those who guide us in Thy way,
And speak Thy holy word;

cres. With love divine their hearts inspire,
And touch their lips with hallowed fire,
And needful grace afford.

2.

Help them to preach the truth of God,
Redemption through the Saviour's blood;
Nor let the Spirit cease

On all the Church His gifts to shower
To them a messenger of power,
To us of life and peace.

3.

So may they live to Thee alone;

cres. Then hear the welcome word-"Well done,"

And take their crown above:

cres. Enter into their Master's joy,

And all eternity employ

f In praise and bliss and love. Amen.