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1 | When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming, When o’er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming, |
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Nor hope lends a ray the poor seaman to cherish, We fly to our Maker: —‘Save, Lord, or we perish.’ |
2 | O Jesus, once tossed on the breast of the billow, Aroused by the cry of despair from Thy pillow, |
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Now seated in glory, the mariner cherish, Who cries in his danger, ‘Save, Lord, or we perish.’ |
3 | And, O! when the whirlwind of passion is raging, When sin in our hearts its wild warfare is waging, |
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Arise in Thy grace, Thy redeemèd to cherish; Rebuke the destroyer:- ‘Save, Lord, or we perish.’ | ||
Amen. |
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