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GOD SPARE MY BOY AT SEA!
How wild without is the moaning night!
And the waves race in, how fierce and white!
But white as the waves is she;
To the window that looks to sea she steals,
And there, as she hears the thunder's peals,
And the lightning shows the sea,
How wild is that trembling mother's prayer!
“O Heaven, my child in mercy spare!
“O God, where'er he be,
“O God! my God! in pity spare
“My boy to-night at sea!”
And the waves race in, how fierce and white!
But white as the waves is she;
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And there, as she hears the thunder's peals,
And the lightning shows the sea,
How wild is that trembling mother's prayer!
“O Heaven, my child in mercy spare!
“O God, where'er he be,
“O God! my God! in pity spare
“My boy to-night at sea!”
Hark! tossing and tumbling, white as snow,
How the billows roar on the rocks below!
But white as their foam is she;
And O how sick is that mother's heart!
How those cries to God from her poor lips start,
As she looks o'er the raging sea!
God! in Thy mercy, hear her prayer!
O Heaven! her child in mercy spare!
O God! where'er he be,
For her poor sake, in pity spare
Her boy to-night at sea!
How the billows roar on the rocks below!
But white as their foam is she;
And O how sick is that mother's heart!
How those cries to God from her poor lips start,
As she looks o'er the raging sea!
God! in Thy mercy, hear her prayer!
O Heaven! her child in mercy spare!
O God! where'er he be,
For her poor sake, in pity spare
Her boy to-night at sea!
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