Launch thy bark, mariner!
Christian, God speed thee!
Let loose the rudder bands,
Good angels lead thee.
Set the sails warily,
Tempests will come,
Steer thy course steadily;
Christian, steer home.

Look to the weather-bow,
Breakers are round thee;
Let fall the plummet now,
Shallows may ground thee.
Reef in the foresail there,
Hold the helm fast,
So let the vessel wear;
There swept the blast.

What of the night, watchman?
What of the night? Cloudy, all quiet-
No land yet-all's right.
Be wakeful, be vigilant,
Danger may be
At an hour when all seemeth
Securest to thee.

How gains the leak so fast?

Clear out the hold;
Hoist out the merchandise,
Heave out the gold.
There, let the ingots go:
Now the ship rights;
Hurrah! the harbour's near!
Lo! the red lights.

Slacken not sail yet,
At inlet or island;
Straight for the beacon steer,
Straight for the high land.
Crowd all thy canvas on,
Cut through the foam;
Christian, cast anchor now,
Heaven is thy Home.
–MRS. SOUTHEY.
Young Believers’ Department