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SONNET XLIII.

My gracious God, whose kind conducting hand
Has steer'd me through this Life's tumultuous sea,
From many a rock, and many a tempest free,
Which prudence could not shun, nor strength withstand,
And brought at length almost in sight of land,
That quiet haven where I long to be,
Only the streights of Death betwixt, which we
Are doom'd to pass, e'er reach the heav'nly strand;
Be this short passage boisterous, rough, and rude,
Or smooth, and calm—Father, thy Will be done—
Support me only in the troublous stour;
My sins all pardon'd through my Saviour's blood,
Let Faith, and Hope, and Patience still hold on
Unshaken, and Joy crown my latest hour!