Morning Glories : | ||
MASTER, STILL THE TEMPEST.
Master, still the tempest
On life's troubled sea,
Lest the raging billows
Shall overwhelm me.
On life's troubled sea,
Lest the raging billows
Shall overwhelm me.
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I, a storm-tossed mariner,
No safe port can find,
From the wild waves beating,
And the howling wind.
No safe port can find,
From the wild waves beating,
And the howling wind.
Master, still the tempest,
Hear my earnest cry,
Fierce the storm clouds gather,
And o'erspreads the sky.
Hear my earnest cry,
Fierce the storm clouds gather,
And o'erspreads the sky.
Lest thou still the tempest,
Wrecked my bark shall be,
Master, still the tempest,
Quiet it, Lord, for me.
Wrecked my bark shall be,
Master, still the tempest,
Quiet it, Lord, for me.
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