(Without Thee our strength is naught!)
Thus, in Nature’s dreaded hour,
We may own the peaceful thought,
That, our blinded efforts here,
May not mar Thy great design,
And each humble work appear
Worthy of a child of Thine!
The voices have ceased.—The service, in which all the company except the helmsman and myself had joined, is ended; and, one by one, the officers of the vessel, followed by the watch on duty, in their well blanched trousers and bright blue jackets, appear on deck; their sobriety of mien, and cheerfulness of countenance speaking volumes in favor of the benign influence of Christianity, even when acting upon what are erroneously considered by many, the worst materials.