He can still the raging tempest; him the winds and waves obey;
While we sail these seas of trouble, he will smooth and calm the way.
Soon the ship will be in harbor, storms and tempests all be o’er;
Oh! how blest the glorious landing, tossed with sins and griefs no more!
The Work of Reform.
The dearest joys of earth can ne’er
One solid pleasure give;
We’re only blest when we can know
That ’tis for God we live.
We love by nature what he hates;