EB 6:19{
A stranger launch'd upon this world's rude sea,
My bark still wending to its port above,
Wild winds detain her; but the spirit free
Spans the wide waste to reach the ONE I love.
Whilst faith beholds thee, Lord, with strong desire,
The' on the waters 'tis my call to roam,
The waves obedient from my feet retire,
Since thy blest accents bid me, Savior, come!
Anchor'd in Thee secure, thy light afar,
Thou faithful beacon of my midnight way,
Tracks the dark billows, till the Morning Star
Wanes in the noon of yonder coming day.
A. S.