[THE OCEAN]
O waves of the ocean since the world was created,
You have been beating against the land;
You come and go, to and fro,
And cleanse the grains of sand.
O ocean blue, your waves roll high,
What a wonderful sight to behold;
The billows foam o’er the depths unknown,
And the lives lost on you are untold.
The joy of the sailor thou art, O waves,
Your roaring is heard far away;
You dash so high you seem to touch the sky,
Resting not night or day.
Sailing, sailing, away goes the ship,
Plunging thru the waves she goes;
Trying her best to stand the test,
Whether she’ll reach the harbor, who knows.
[THE PERFECT DAY]
When the chills of death creep upon this temple,
And silently life shall steal away;
Preserve the soul, O God, my Saviour,
In rest until the Perfect Day.
Undisturbed rest, and peaceful slumber,
Prepared for those who will obey;
Sleep, O soul, in peaceful slumber,
Sleep until the Perfect Day.
Nothing can ever fret or wake thee,
Tho’ rocks and mountains fade away;
Sleep, O soul, in peaceful slumber,
Sleep until the Perfect Day.
Life doth come just for a season,
Then the body returns to clay;
But the soul in sweetest slumber
Shall rest until the Perfect Day.