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[Foolish men, your hope is vain]
When the south wind blew softly, supposing, &c.
—xxvii. 13, 14.
Foolish men, your hope is vain:
Can ye thus your purpose gain,
Warn'd, the warning who despise,
Rashly slight a saint's advice,
Trust a smiling wind, before
God's inspired ambassador!
Tyrants of the sea and land,
Winds arise at His command,
Brought out of His treasuries
The devoted vessel seize;
Serving their almighty Lord,
Winds and storms fulfil His word.
He whom winds and seas obey,
Doth His sovereignty display,
Jesus, Master of the storm
Doth His own designs perform,
Jesus in the Heathen's eyes
His own servant magnifies.
