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Lord, when to such a strait our feet
In trembling fear are led,
Cut off behind from all retreat,
By terrors met ahead,
When Thy command that we proceed
Does but increase our dread,

Come, and afresh to us relate
The wonders Thou hast wrought,
And let the tale our fears abate,
Let our sad hearts be taught
Still patiently for Thee to wait,
And trust Thee as we ought.

Open a path amid the sea
And put our doubt to shame,
Let us Thy full salvation see,
And triumph in Thy name.
Then may Thy praise our business be,
Thy glory all our aim.