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LESSON OF THE SEA.
Go down unto the sea,
Where white-winged navies ride,
Whose mighty pulses heave so free
In strong, mysterious tide;
Deep in whose coral-cells
Where sunless forests weep,
So many a wandering child of earth
Hath laid him down to sleep.
Where white-winged navies ride,
Whose mighty pulses heave so free
In strong, mysterious tide;
Deep in whose coral-cells
Where sunless forests weep,
So many a wandering child of earth
Hath laid him down to sleep.
Go forth upon the sea,
And at the break of morn,
Teach its young waves the words of prayer,
Before the day is born;
And when the night grows dim,
Beguile the billows wild,
With the holy hush of thine evening-hymn,
As the mother lulls her child.
And at the break of morn,
Teach its young waves the words of prayer,
Before the day is born;
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Beguile the billows wild,
With the holy hush of thine evening-hymn,
As the mother lulls her child.
Go, bow thee to the sea,
When the heavy breakers roar,
And a meek-hearted listener be
To all their fearful lore;
And learn when tempests lower
The lesson of the wave,
“One Voice alone can curb our power,
One Arm alone can save.”
When the heavy breakers roar,
And a meek-hearted listener be
To all their fearful lore;
And learn when tempests lower
The lesson of the wave,
“One Voice alone can curb our power,
One Arm alone can save.”
Go homeward from the sea,
When its trial-hour is past,
With deeper trust in Him who rules
The billow and the blast;
And should the charms of earth
Around thy bosom creep,
Forget not in thine hour of mirth
The wisdom of the deep.
When its trial-hour is past,
With deeper trust in Him who rules
The billow and the blast;
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Around thy bosom creep,
Forget not in thine hour of mirth
The wisdom of the deep.
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