236 the whaleman; or, 



O, pray for the sailor, now far on the billow ; 



O, think of his hardships, temptations, and pain. 

 His home is the ocean ; his hammock his pillow ; 



He toils for our pleasure ; his loss is our gain. 



While we are securely and peacefully sleeping, 

 He stands at the helm and his duty performs ; 



Now walking the deck and his painful watch keeping, 

 Or sits at the mast head 'mid perils and storms. 



O, pray for the sailor, to banishment driven, 

 Enduring privation, oppression, and care, — 



Shut out from the gospel, a stranger to Heaven, 

 The victim to vice and a prey to despair. 



And, while we thus pray for the sons of the ocean, 

 A kind, peaceful Home to him must be given ; 



The Mariners' Bethel allures to devotion ; 



The Bible and preacher direct him to Heaven. 



Seamen, of all classes, you are remembered by 

 thousands and tens of thousands, throughout 

 the land and world, who are deeply interested in 

 your welfare. Day and night you are thought 

 of and prayed for by those whom you have left 

 behind; and many a desire is breathed out in 

 the presence of Him who alone can save, that 

 you may be protected in your absence, shielded 

 from temptations, and returned again to your 

 friends. 



May the " Star of Bethlehem, which alone can 



