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CIV. GOD THE PRESERVER OF HIS CHURCH.

A sound is in the trees and on the flood!
The wind is up; it lift the waters high,
As if to battle with the eternal sky,
And from its roots to tear the ancient wood.
But there is One, the Powerful and the Good,
Who sits above the storm with wakeful eye,
Prompt, if need be, with voice of sovereignty
To speak, as once Tiberias' waves he strew'd
With “Peace, be still!”—Yea, Lord, if aught of ill
Thy Church assail, her griefs thy care engage;
Safe stands she, founded on thy holy hill:
Thou canst the tempest's fearful roar assuage,
Tumultuous noise! and more tumultuous still,
Lash'd into storm the maddening people's rage.