GOD speed thee, thou life-boat! for blest is thy mission— To save poor weak man from the wild ocean's rage; When the heavens are black, and the dark waves are roaring, And dread is the war which the elements wage.

All praise to the manly hearts that then shall fill thee, And strength to the brawny arms, help to the brave! Oh ! safety to those who in danger look for thee— With straining eyes seek for thy form on the wave.

How many a thankful heart oft shall beat in thee, Full many a prayer to Heaven ascend, For the love shown by those who kindly now send thee, Thou vessel of mercy, in danger a friend ! L. H.