Hymne XXVII. When a Storme is past, at Sea.
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Fear compells most men, in times of Danger, to call
upon God, whom they seldome remember before
they are troubled; and when the perills are
past, few return thanks for their Deliverances.
Therefore, this Hymne offers it self, to remedy that Forgetfulnesse.
Sing this as the 100. Psalme.
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See, see, the Skie from stormes is clear;
More smoothly, now the Waves do flow:
The Billows, that above us were,
Contented seeme, to lie below.
The furious Winds are much alayd;
More sober, now, the Ship appears:
And, we, who lately were afrayd,
To Hopes, have changed all our Fears.
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Our Vowes, our Prayers, and our Crie,
With God, have good acceptance had.
He saw our danger, from on hie
And, speed to save us, he hath made.
Come, let us therefore to his praise,
(With joyfull hearts, and hands upheav'd)
In thankfull Songs, our Voices raise;
And sing of what we have receiv'd.
3
The Fears of Death, inclos'd us round;
The Sins of Life, increast that Fear:
No means of safetie could be found;
Nor did in us, much hope appear.
Above our heads, the waves did roul:
The Winds did make our Tacklings crack.
The Deeps had nigh o'rewhelm'd our Soul:
Both Skill and Courage we did lack.
4
Some did the losse of Goods, deplore,
(Of which depriv'd they thought to be)
Some griev'd, through fear, lest they no more,
Should their lov'd Friends, or Country see.
Some seeming nigh Destructions brink,
(And seeing Danger gape so wide)
Opprest with fear, began to think,
In how ill-state, they might have dide.
5
There was no Soul among us, here,
But, feared more then did befall:
For, God, in mercy, doth appeare;
And shows compassion to us all.
Therefore, let us (now Fear is past)
Consider what small Joy or ease,
Those things, whereon our hearts were plast,
Afford, in dangers, like to these.
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And, let us purchase, whilst we may,
That Grace, whereby we may be fraught
With Courage, in a Dreadfull-Day,
To set the Worldlings Fears at naught.
And, as we joyntly do partake
The Mercy, which we now possesse;
So, let us joynt-Confession make
And thus to thee, our God, confesse.
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O Lord! our safetie is of Thee.
It was thy Powre and love, alone,
By which we now secured be;
And other Helper, we have none.
To Thee, from whom we did receive
This Grace (and thousands heretofore)
Our Tongues, our Hands, and Hearts we give,
To serve and praise thee evermore.
