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THE FOURTH WATCH.
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THE FOURTH WATCH.
And it was now dark, and Jesus was not come to them.
St. John vi. 17.
It was now dark; yet Jesus drew not nigh
Unto His own:
'Gainst swelling sea, and tempest-brooding sky,
They strove alone.
‘He bids us perish who hath power to save!’
Rose the wild cry,
And still the rising wind, the angrier wave,
Made fierce reply.
Unto His own:
'Gainst swelling sea, and tempest-brooding sky,
They strove alone.
‘He bids us perish who hath power to save!’
Rose the wild cry,
And still the rising wind, the angrier wave,
Made fierce reply.
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It is now dark; Lord Jesus, shall we doubt
Right on to steer,
Though for a few brief furlongs left without
Thy guidance clear?
It is now dark, and therefore Thou art nigh;
Full stedfast we
Bear on, as under the controlling eye
We cannot see.
Right on to steer,
Though for a few brief furlongs left without
Thy guidance clear?
It is now dark, and therefore Thou art nigh;
Full stedfast we
Bear on, as under the controlling eye
We cannot see.
The darker peril brings the deeper peace,
So Thou be there:
Though blacker grow the night, though storms increase,
We have no care.
Across the wildering main no way we see;
But Lord, Thou dost:
It is now dark; the darkness is our plea
For perfect trust.
So Thou be there:
Though blacker grow the night, though storms increase,
We have no care.
Across the wildering main no way we see;
But Lord, Thou dost:
It is now dark; the darkness is our plea
For perfect trust.
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