(Job 6:24.)

They that go down to the sea in ships,
And in great waters reap,
These see the mighty works of God,
His wonders in the deep.
'Tis there we learn His mighty power,
In trial and in sorrow's hour.

For He the stormy wind commands,
Which lifteth up the waves;
They mount on high, then sink beneath,-
'T would seem they were our graves ;
But here we learn His matchless love,
'Tis here His faithfulness we prove.

When, reeling neath some crushing blow,
We stagger neath the pain,
Our own endeavors all, all, failed,
We turn to Him again,-
Ah, here we learn how far astray
The feet may lead the heart away.

Then as we cry unto the Lord,
All troubled and distressed,
He makes the mighty storm a calm,
And stills the waves to rest,-
'Tis then we learn the faithful hand
That could not let the vessel strand.

And when the stormy sea is crossed,
And wind and wave at rest,
And the desired haven reached,
Deep quiet fills the breast.
The One who kept through stormy days
Shall fill our hearts with love and praise, "
"There shall be no more sea," He says."

H. McD.

Plainfield.