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Colonies planted; or, Nations blest and punished: a Psalm for New-England

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #198 (1740) Topics: Mariners Psalm First Line: When God provok'd with daring Crimes Lyrics: 1 When God provok'd with daring Crimes, Scourges the Madness of the Times, He turns their Fields to barren Sand, And dries the Rivers from the Land. 2 His Word can raise the Springs again, And make the wither'd Mountains green, Send show'ry Blessings from the Skies, And Harvests in the Desarts rise. 3 [Where nothing dwelt but Beasts of Prey, Or Men as fierce and wild as they, He bids th' Opprest and Poor repair, And builds them Towns and Cities there. 4 They sow the Fields, and Trees they plant, Whose yearly Fruit supplies their Want; Their Race grows up from fruitful stocks, Their Wealth increases with their Flocks. 5 Thus they are blest; but if they sin, He lets the heathen Nations in; A savage Crew invades their Lands, Their Princes die by barb'rous Hands. 6 Their captive Sons expos'd to Scorn, Wander unpity'd and forlorn; The Country lies unfenc'd, untill'd, And Desolation spreads the Field. 7 Yet if the humbled Nation mourns, Again his dreadful Hand he turns; Again he makes their Cities thrive, And bids the dying Churches live.] 8 The Righteous, with a joyful Sense, Admire the Works of Providence; And Tongues of Atheists shall no more Blaspheme the GOD that Saints adore. 9 How few with pious Care record These wond'rous dealings of the Lord; But wise Observers still shall find The Lord is holy, just, and kind. Scripture: Psalm 107 Languages: English

Praise for protecting mercy

Hymnal: New Hymn and Tune Book #211c (1889) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Mariners First Line: When o'er the deep we rode Scripture: Psalm 107:23 Languages: English Tune Title: HOBART

Now weigh the anchor, hoist the sail

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: Sacred Poems and Hymns #244 (1854) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Topics: Mariners Lyrics: Now weigh the anchor, hoist the sail, Launch out upon the pathless peep, Resolved, however veers the gale, The destin'd port in mind to keep; Through all the dangers of the way, Deliver us, good Lord, we pray. When tempests mingle sea and sky, And winds like lions rage and rend, Ships o'er the mountain-waters fly, Or down unfathom'd depths descend, Though skill avail not, strength decay, Deliver us, good Lord, we pray. If lightnings from embattled clouds Strike, or a spark in secret nurst, From stem to stern, o'er masts and shrouds, Like doomsday's conflagration burst, Amid the fire Thy power display, Deliver us, good Lord, we pray. Through yielding planks, should ocean urge Rude entrance, flooding all below, Speak, ere we founder in the surge-- "Thus far, nor farther shall ye go; 247 Here, ye proud waves, your fury stay:" Deliver us, good Lord, we pray. With cordage snapt, and canvas riven, Through straits thick-strown with rock and shoal, Along some gulph-stream. darkly driven, Fast wedged 'midst icebergs at the pole, Or on low breakers cast away, Deliver us, good Lord, we pray. Save, or we perish--calms or storms, By day, by night, at home, afar, Death walks the waves in all his forms, And shoots his darts from every star; Want, pain, and woe man's path waylay, Deliver us, good Lord, we pray. Languages: English