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They that in ships, with courage bold,
o'er swelling waves their trade pursue,
Do God's amazing works behold,
and in the deep his wonders view.
No sooner his command is past,
but forth the dreadful tempest flies,
Which sweeps the sea with rapid haste,
and makes the stormy billows rise.
Sometimes the ships, tossed up to heav'n,
on tops of mounting waves appear;
Then down the steep abyss are driven;
whilst ev'ry soul dissolves with fear.
They reel and stagger to and fro,
like men with fumes of wine oppressed;
Nor do the skilful seamen know
which way to steer, what course is best.
Then straight to God's indulgent ear
they do their mournful cry address;
Who graciously vouchsafes to hear,
and frees them from their deep distress.
He does the raging storm appease,
and makes the billows calm and still;
With joy they see their fury cease,
and their intended course fulfil.
O then that all the earth with me
would God for this his goodness praise,
And for the mighty works which he
throughout the wond'ring world displays!
Let them, where all the tribes resort,
advance to heav'n his glorious Name,
And in the elders' sov'reign court,
with one consent his praise proclaim!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1696,1821
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 107:23-32;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1821 | # 107 |
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