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Going to Sea.
Hark! hark!—'tis the signal!—
The breezes are steady,
The anchor is weighing,
And we must be ready.—
Farewell, my dear mother,
I fear thou'lt be lonely,
But, oh! do not sorrow—
I'll think of thee only.
The breezes are steady,
The anchor is weighing,
And we must be ready.—
Farewell, my dear mother,
I fear thou'lt be lonely,
But, oh! do not sorrow—
I'll think of thee only.
And dread not the danger
Tho' I'm on the billow;
I know my kind Saviour
Will watch o'er my pillow:
The sea own'd his sceptre—
When its path he was treading,
The winds and the waters
Grew calm at his bidding.
Tho' I'm on the billow;
I know my kind Saviour
Will watch o'er my pillow:
The sea own'd his sceptre—
When its path he was treading,
The winds and the waters
Grew calm at his bidding.
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We'll trust him, we'll trust him,
We'll pray, and he'll hear us;
On land or on water
Alike he'll be near us:
Be this song unto him
Our heart's fond devotion,
And under his guidance
I'll launch on the ocean.
We'll pray, and he'll hear us;
On land or on water
Alike he'll be near us:
Be this song unto him
Our heart's fond devotion,
And under his guidance
I'll launch on the ocean.
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