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ON BOARD THE ASIA.
Count up with me our mercies manifest,My brother voyagers; that God hath sped
Our wandering steps, in safety hither led,
Strong in His strength, and with His bounty blest:
O, how can half the perils be exprest
That He hath spared us on this prosperous way?
No evil hath come near us, to deform
One pleasant night, or one luxurious day,
No traitor rock, no fierce tyrannic storm:
But, as, at night, bell echoing answer'd bell
Like neighbouring village clocks, the cheering word
Ever was added in response, ‘All's well!’
Thank God! that thus His ready grace hath heard
Our pray'rs, though few and feeble, truth to tell!
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