# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
d1 | Brightly beams our Father's mercy | | | | | | | |
d2 | Even the wind, even the wind | | | | | | | |
d3 | Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d4 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d5 | I was drifting away on life's pitiless sea | | | | | | | |
d6 | Jesus, Savior, pilot me | | | | | | | |
d7 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d8 | My soul in sad exile was out on life's sea | | | | | | | |
d9 | My soul today is thirsting for living streams | | | | | | | |
d10 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d11 | The good ship Christianity | | | | | | | |
d12 | The mercy of God is an ocean divine | | | | | | | |
d13 | Throw out the life line across the dark wave | | | | | | | |
d14 | Upon life's boundless ocean where mighty billows roll | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]