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Page 02 – Poems

When men go down to sea in ships,
‘Tis not to the sea they go;
Some isle or pole the mariner’s goal.
And thither they sail through calm and gale,
When down to the sea they go.
When souls go down to the sea by ships,
And the dark ship’s name is Death,
Why mourn and wail at the vanishing sail?
Though outward bound, God’s world is round,
And only a ship is death.
When I go down to the sea by ship,
And death unfurls the sail,
Weep not for me, for there will be
A living host on another coast
To beckon and give “All Hail !”

Never a trial that He is not there;
Never a burden that He doth not bear ;
Never a sorrow that He doth not share.
Moment by moment I’m under His care.

Never a heart ache, and never a groan,
Never a tear drop, and never a moan,
Never a danger, but there on the throne,
Moment by moment He thinks of His own.

Never a weakness that He doth not feel
Never a sickness that He cannot heal.
Moment by moment, in woe or in weal,
Jesus my Savior abides with me still.

How mournful seems, in broken dreams,
The memory of the day,
When icy death hath sealed the breath
Of some dear form of clay.

When pale, unmoved, the face we loved,
The face we thought so fair,
And the hand lies cold, whose fervent hold
Once charmed away despair.

Oh, what could heal the grief we feel,
For hopes that come no more,
Had we never heard the Scripture Word,
“Not lost, but gone before.”

For death and life with ceaseless strife
Beat wild on this world’s shore,
And all our calm is in that balm,
“Not lost, but gone before.”

Oh! there at last, life’s trials past,
We’ll meet our loved once more,
Whose feet have trod the path of God—
“Not lost, but gone before!”


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