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Life a Voyage. Ps. cvii. 22.
O thou! who all things can'st command,
Who hold'st the nations in thy hand,
Whom winds and waves obey;
Who bid'st the storm a calm become,
While opening rocks divide thee room,
And darkness turns to day.
Who hold'st the nations in thy hand,
Whom winds and waves obey;
Who bid'st the storm a calm become,
While opening rocks divide thee room,
And darkness turns to day.
Tost then on life's tempestuous sea;
Saviour of men, I call on thee,
To wake thee as from sleep:
Come thou, whose charge it is to steer,
And o'er the mounting billows bear
This vessel thro' the deep.
Saviour of men, I call on thee,
To wake thee as from sleep:
Come thou, whose charge it is to steer,
And o'er the mounting billows bear
This vessel thro' the deep.
See the rich cargo bought with blood,
Immortal souls consign'd to God,
And to thy keeping giv'n;
Souls, once condemn'd their sins to bear,
But now committed to thy care,
To convoy safe to heav'n.
Immortal souls consign'd to God,
And to thy keeping giv'n;
Souls, once condemn'd their sins to bear,
But now committed to thy care,
To convoy safe to heav'n.
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Take then, thou heav'nly pilot, take,
And for thy love, thy mercies sake,
Regard the precious store;
Guide thro' the storm each tender bark,
And o'er the abyss profound as dark,
Conduct us safe to shore!
And for thy love, thy mercies sake,
Regard the precious store;
Guide thro' the storm each tender bark,
And o'er the abyss profound as dark,
Conduct us safe to shore!
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