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Poem
September 5, 1833
Morning Star
Limerick, York County, Maine
What is this article about?
Introduction describes the Moravian brig 'The Harmony,' which has supplied missions in Greenland and Labrador for over 50 years, with prayers for its voyages. Poem 'The Mission Ship' by J. S. B. praises the vessel's journey, divine protection, and role in spreading the Gospel to the Eskimo people.
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POETRY.
The subject of the following lines is "The Harmony," a small brig belonging to the Moravians, which for upwards of fifty years, has regularly carried provisions and other commodities to their mission stations in Greenland, Labrador, &c. The missionaries are entirely dependent for their supplies upon its safe arrival. It is customary for the brethren to offer solemn prayer to God on its sailing, for its safety; and to welcome its return with praises and thanksgivings.—Western Recorder.
From the Imperial Magazine.
The Mission Ship.
Little bark, thy wings expand,
Catch the gently blowing breeze;
Hasten to the destined land.
Skim across the azure seas,
Seek the distant chilling pole,
Cheer and bless the longing soul.
There, where Greenland's mountains raise
High their snowy crested heads;
Where gay nature seldom strays,
Seldom her glad blessings sheds;
There, upon that sterile land,
Dwells a holy mission band,
Self-devoted to the Lord.
Home's sweet comforts they resign;
Trusting in his holy word,
On his promise they recline,
Not in vain; their vessel brings
Bounties from the King of kings.
Precious bark, the brethren's prayer
On thy hallow'd path attends;
And Jehovah's watchful care
Safe the mission brig defends.
Not a swelling billow's force,
Dares to stop its prosperous course.
Far amid the frozen deep
Lies its oft repeated way;
Yet not icy bonds can keep;
Prayer avails far more than they.
Like to faithful Noah's ark,
Tis the Christian's sacred bark.
Long hast thou the billows rode,
Long the frozen plain defied;
God, who erst the waters trode,
Deigns himself to be thy guide.
He who storms and calms the sea,
Still will keep and prosper thee.
Still go on, and to the pole
Heavenly bounties safely bear;
Till the Gospel heralds tell
All the Gospel message there;
Till the sons of Greenland find
Jesus, Saviour of mankind;--
Till the fallen race of man,
For thy aid no more shall call;
Till the heaven-projected plan
Shall embrace and rescue all:
When, O God! the world shall prove
All the blessings of thy love.
J. S. B.
The subject of the following lines is "The Harmony," a small brig belonging to the Moravians, which for upwards of fifty years, has regularly carried provisions and other commodities to their mission stations in Greenland, Labrador, &c. The missionaries are entirely dependent for their supplies upon its safe arrival. It is customary for the brethren to offer solemn prayer to God on its sailing, for its safety; and to welcome its return with praises and thanksgivings.—Western Recorder.
From the Imperial Magazine.
The Mission Ship.
Little bark, thy wings expand,
Catch the gently blowing breeze;
Hasten to the destined land.
Skim across the azure seas,
Seek the distant chilling pole,
Cheer and bless the longing soul.
There, where Greenland's mountains raise
High their snowy crested heads;
Where gay nature seldom strays,
Seldom her glad blessings sheds;
There, upon that sterile land,
Dwells a holy mission band,
Self-devoted to the Lord.
Home's sweet comforts they resign;
Trusting in his holy word,
On his promise they recline,
Not in vain; their vessel brings
Bounties from the King of kings.
Precious bark, the brethren's prayer
On thy hallow'd path attends;
And Jehovah's watchful care
Safe the mission brig defends.
Not a swelling billow's force,
Dares to stop its prosperous course.
Far amid the frozen deep
Lies its oft repeated way;
Yet not icy bonds can keep;
Prayer avails far more than they.
Like to faithful Noah's ark,
Tis the Christian's sacred bark.
Long hast thou the billows rode,
Long the frozen plain defied;
God, who erst the waters trode,
Deigns himself to be thy guide.
He who storms and calms the sea,
Still will keep and prosper thee.
Still go on, and to the pole
Heavenly bounties safely bear;
Till the Gospel heralds tell
All the Gospel message there;
Till the sons of Greenland find
Jesus, Saviour of mankind;--
Till the fallen race of man,
For thy aid no more shall call;
Till the heaven-projected plan
Shall embrace and rescue all:
When, O God! the world shall prove
All the blessings of thy love.
J. S. B.
What sub-type of article is it?
Hymn
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Religious Faith
What keywords are associated?
Mission Ship
Moravians
Greenland
Labrador
Gospel
Prayer
Divine Protection
What entities or persons were involved?
J. S. B.
Poem Details
Title
The Mission Ship
Author
J. S. B.
Subject
The Harmony Mission Ship To Greenland And Labrador
Key Lines
Little Bark, Thy Wings Expand,
Catch The Gently Blowing Breeze;
Hasten To The Destined Land.
Skim Across The Azure Seas,
Seek The Distant Chilling Pole,
Cheer And Bless The Longing Soul.
Precious Bark, The Brethren's Prayer
On Thy Hallow'd Path Attends;
And Jehovah's Watchful Care
Safe The Mission Brig Defends.
Not A Swelling Billow's Force,
Dares To Stop Its Prosperous Course.
Like To Faithful Noah's Ark,
Tis The Christian's Sacred Bark.
Till The Sons Of Greenland Find
Jesus, Saviour Of Mankind;