LOUD thundered the breakers on the dark Atlantic shore, Ihe sky was mantled in the shroud of starless night, The lightning flash'd, and thunder roar'd, 'Midst the howling wind and hurricane's height.

Chorus: Hail! sons of the brave, Who nobly risk your lives to save The shipwreck'd mariner upon the raging deep: May God, in danger's hour, Protect and give you strength and power, And. guide your bark across the trackless sea.

II.

Out, far out on the surging tide, A coastguard, faithful to his watch, Espied, 'midst the lightning's fitful gleam, A ship, fast drifting towards the rocks.

Haill sons of the brave, &c.

III.

Oh, merciless Fate 1 that impels the doomed ship With relentless force on the wings of the storm; See! now she rides the crested heights, And next, to the yawning depths is borne.

Hail! sons of the brave, &c.

IV.

Oh, pitiless wave, and wild, rocky shore, That lures thy helpless victims on; 'Twere thine to toll the mournful dirge, But ne'er to sigh for the souls that are gone.

Hail! sous of the brave, &c.

J. A. STBOUD, Bristol..