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On Noah's Ark.
From the French of Mons. Drelincourt.
Hail! wond'rous bark! the world's tremendous hope!
Where fast enclos'd from every foe shut up,
Whate'er the earth or ambient air contains,
Safe in thy bulk from ocean's rage remains,
Where fast enclos'd from every foe shut up,
Whate'er the earth or ambient air contains,
Safe in thy bulk from ocean's rage remains,
Dangerous thy course, while floating o'er it's tide,
The threatening deep assaults on every side;
Now tost aloft thy mounting spires rebound,
And now as low the abyssal caves resound,
The threatening deep assaults on every side;
Now tost aloft thy mounting spires rebound,
And now as low the abyssal caves resound,
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To human eyes but on the surface cast,
One well might think each moment were the last;
That the next wave that dash'd across thy beam,
Would gulph thy being in the yawning stream.
One well might think each moment were the last;
That the next wave that dash'd across thy beam,
Would gulph thy being in the yawning stream.
But faith can see, and from that sight is sure,
The God that holds thee will thy charge secure.
As from thy womb, must one day glorious spring,
The world's Redeemer and his Israel's King.
The God that holds thee will thy charge secure.
As from thy womb, must one day glorious spring,
The world's Redeemer and his Israel's King.
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