My long-lost ones again before my eyes,
With all the good.—I cry, "Death brings me rest;
Through thee, O Jesus, Dying I am Blest!"
56. Compact on board the Mayflower. [(notes)]
The wondrous "Mayflow'r," floating on the sea,
Wafting the noble Pilgrims to the west,
As yet had found no circling shore for rest,
Though land was near; 'tis now her Company