TO A FRIEND.
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Yet think, while o'er the trackless deep
Thy vessel smoothly glides,
Or should the angry billows leap,
And rise in watery mountains steep,
Who o'er the storm presides;
Remember Him whose sovereign will
Can bid the winds and waves be still.
Thy vessel smoothly glides,
Or should the angry billows leap,
And rise in watery mountains steep,
Who o'er the storm presides;
Remember Him whose sovereign will
Can bid the winds and waves be still.
Yes, Edward, yes; the voyage of life
Demands a sailor's care;
Passions, the elements of strife,
And rocks abound, with dangers rife,
All unsuspected there;
Mists blind our eyes, our track pursue,
And hide our wished-for port from view.
Demands a sailor's care;
Passions, the elements of strife,
And rocks abound, with dangers rife,
All unsuspected there;
Mists blind our eyes, our track pursue,
And hide our wished-for port from view.
The Bible is the compass given
By which our course to steer;
When tossed by billows, tempest driven,
"A pilot to the port of heaven"
Points, with directions clear,—
He who once trod the briny wave
To prove his mighty power to save.
By which our course to steer;
When tossed by billows, tempest driven,
"A pilot to the port of heaven"
Points, with directions clear,—
He who once trod the briny wave
To prove his mighty power to save.
