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Now weigh the anchor, hoist the sail

Now weigh the anchor, hoist the sail

Author: James Montgomery
Published in 1 hymnal

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Now weigh the anchor, hoist the sail,
Launch out upon the pathless peep,
Resolved, however veers the gale,
The destin'd port in mind to keep;
Through all the dangers of the way,
Deliver us, good Lord, we pray.

When tempests mingle sea and sky,
And winds like lions rage and rend,
Ships o'er the mountain-waters fly,
Or down unfathom'd depths descend,
Though skill avail not, strength decay,
Deliver us, good Lord, we pray.

If lightnings from embattled clouds
Strike, or a spark in secret nurst,
From stem to stern, o'er masts and shrouds,
Like doomsday's conflagration burst,
Amid the fire Thy power display,
Deliver us, good Lord, we pray.

Through yielding planks, should ocean urge
Rude entrance, flooding all below,
Speak, ere we founder in the surge--
"Thus far, nor farther shall ye go;
Here, ye proud waves, your fury stay:"
Deliver us, good Lord, we pray.

With cordage snapt, and canvas riven,
Through straits thick-strown with rock and shoal,
Along some gulph-stream. darkly driven,
Fast wedged 'midst icebergs at the pole,
Or on low breakers cast away,
Deliver us, good Lord, we pray.

Save, or we perish--calms or storms,
By day, by night, at home, afar,
Death walks the waves in all his forms,
And shoots his darts from every star;
Want, pain, and woe man's path waylay,
Deliver us, good Lord, we pray.

Sacred Poems and Hymns

Author: James Montgomery

Montgomery, James, son of John Montgomery, a Moravian minister, was born at Irvine, Ayrshire, Nov. 4, 1771. In 1776 he removed with his parents to the Moravian Settlement at Gracehill, near Ballymena, county of Antrim. Two years after he was sent to the Fulneck Seminary, Yorkshire. He left Fulneck in 1787, and entered a retail shop at Mirfield, near Wakefield. Soon tiring of that he entered upon a similar situation at Wath, near Rotherham, only to find it quite as unsuitable to his taste as the former. A journey to London, with the hope of finding a publisher for his youthful poems ended in failure; and in 1792 he was glad to leave Wath for Shefield to join Mr. Gales, an auctioneer, bookseller, and printer of the Sheffield Register newspap… Go to person page >

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First Line: Now weigh the anchor, hoist the sail
Author: James Montgomery
Language: English