Fed by eternal streams—springs which can never dry.

W. F. Rock.

WAVES.

Hitherto shalt thou come, but no further: and here shall thy proud waves be stayed.—Job, xxxviii. 11.

Fear ye not me? saith the Lord: will ye not tremble at my presence, which have placed the sand for the bound of the sea by a perpetual decree, that it cannot pass it: and though the waves thereof toss themselves, yet can they not prevail; though they roar, yet can they not pass over it?—Jeremiah, v. 22.

Deep calleth unto deep. And what are we,

That hear the question of that voice sublime?

O, what are all the notes that ever rung

From war’s vain trumpet, by thy thundering side!