THEBE'S a port beyond the sky-line, Though its lights I cannot see, But my Pilot's in the offing, And He's watching there for me.

Though my bark be old and batter'd, And is wanting many a spar, Yet He'll smile upon her kindly, As He cons her o'er the bar.

There are breakers on the lee-bow, There are mines the foe hath laid, But He sailed that course triumphant When no hand could lend Him aid.

He's the Pilot true and trusty, Who can calm the raging sea; He's the same Who stiU'd the tempest On far distant Galilee.

Oh, He loves His toil-worn sailors, That are fainting and distress'd, And He'll wipe out all their sorrows When He steers them into rest.

There's a port beyond the sky-line, And its lights I soon shall see, For my Pilot's in the offing, And He's waiting there for me.

J. SPA.BKE (Deal)..