For the Columbian Fountain.

A Hymn,
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A Hymn,
SUNG BY THE FIRST MISSIONARIES TO THE SAN
wIcH ISLANDS, WHILE PASSING CAPE HORN, IA
UARY 80, 1920.


EBEN EZER.
WITH joyful hearts and grateful praise
Our Helper, God, thy name we hail;
Our Ebenezer here we raise,


While round the stormy Cape we sail
Conducted by Thy sovereign hand,
Mysterious, mighty, wise and good,
We left our friends and native land
To toss upon the raging food
When adverse winds our course delayed,
And dangerous currents rolled below,
Thy voice the roaring tempest stayed,
And made the breeze propitious blow.
From want, and pestilence, and death,
Defended by thy care,
To Thee we raise our tuneful breath,
Our Rock Of Help forbids our fear.
This way-mark in the trackless seas,
Fixed by His hand who rules above,
The tempests of six thousand years
Have ne'er been able to remove.
So shall our grateful record stand,
That hither by thine aid we come;
So shall we trust thy constant hand
Will bring our souls in safety home.