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HYMN AT SEA.
God of the ever-rolling deep,
Our Father and our trust,
Who bidd'st its mighty billows sweep
Around the born of dust,
Our Father and our trust,
Who bidd'st its mighty billows sweep
Around the born of dust,
Who bidd'st it towering o'er them raise
Its everlasting walls,
Yet giv'st them slumber calm and sweet,
As in their native halls,
Its everlasting walls,
Yet giv'st them slumber calm and sweet,
As in their native halls,
God of the strong, unfathom'd tide,
Whose pavement dark and drear,
The wrecks of human power and pride,
Awake our trembling fear,
Whose pavement dark and drear,
The wrecks of human power and pride,
Awake our trembling fear,
O grant us, as the lonely dove
Unto the ark did flee,
Mid the hoarse tumult of the waves
To rest secure in Thee.
Unto the ark did flee,
Mid the hoarse tumult of the waves
To rest secure in Thee.
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