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These verses are simple expressions of common Christian feelings and desires in this present time,—hymns of today that may be sung together by people who know the thought of the age, and are not afraid that any truth of science will destroy religion, or any revolution on earth overthrow the kingdom of heaven. Therefore these are hymns of trust and joy and hope.
In the writing, each of them has followed a familiar air, heard in the mind; and the names of these tunes are given. But if some one with the gift of melody should compose new and better music for the hymns, the author would be glad and grateful. As they stand, they are at the service of all who ask and receive the permission of the publishers to use them.
PAGE I. Voyagers 9 II. The Burning Bush 12 III. Children in the Market-Place 14 IV. Jesus Return 16 V. One in Christ 19 VI. Foundations 21 VII. Victoria 23
Three Earlier Hymns Hymn of Labor 27 Hymn of Joy 29 Peace Hymn of the Republic 31
“The sea is his, and he made it.”—Ps. XCV:5.
O Maker of the Mighty Deep Whereon our vessels fare, Above our life’s adventure keep Thy faithful watch and care. In Thee we trust, whate’er befall; Thy sea is great, our boats are small.
We know not where the secret tides Will help us or delay, Nor where the lurking tempest hides, Nor where the fogs are gray. We trust in Thee, whate’er befall; Thy sea is great, our boats are small.
When outward bound we boldly sail And leave the friendly shore, Let not our heart of courage fail Until the voyage is o’er. We trust in Thee, whate’er befall; Thy sea is great, our boats are small.
When homeward bound we gladly turn, O bring us safely there, Where harbor-lights of friendship burn And peace is in the air. We trust in Thee, whate’er befall; Thy sea is great, our boats are small.
Beyond the circle of the sea, When voyaging is past, We seek our final port in Thee; O bring us home at last. In Thee we trust, whate’er befall; Thy sea is great, our boats are small.
“I will now turn aside and see this great sight.”—Exod. III:3.