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How are thy servants blest, O Lord
How sure is their defence ! Eternal wisdom is their guide,
Their help Omnipotence.
In foreign realms, and lands remote,
Supported by thy care,
And breath'd in tainted air.
Thy mercy sweeten'd every soil,
Made every region please; The hoary Alpine hills it warm'd,
And smooth'd ihe Tyrrhene seas.
Think, O my soul, devoutly think,
How, with affrighted eyes, Thou sav'st the wide-extended deep
In all its horrors rise !
Confusion dwelt in ev'ry face,
And fear in ev'ry heart, When waves on waves, and gulfs on gulfs,
O'ercame the pilot's art.
Yet then, from all my griefs, O Lord,
Thy mercy set me free; While in the confidence of pray'r,,
My soul took hold on thee,
For tho' in dreadful whirls we hung
High on the broken wave,
Nor impotent to save.
The storm was laid, the wind retir'd,
Obedient to thy will ;
At thy command was still.
In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths,
Thy goodness I'll adore;
And humbly hope for more.
My life, if thou preserve my life,
Thy sacrifice shall be ;
The spacious firmament on high,
Soon as the ev'ning shades prevail,