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'Tis night! Amid the breakers
The headlong vessel goes,
And shrieking, like a wounded man,
Strives with her vengeful foes;
Pale grows the boldest mariner,
For scarce the trumpet's cry
Is heard amid contending blasts,
Whose warfare shakes the sky.
How fearful is the tumult!
Hark, to the wailing prayer
That mingles with the deafening storm
Like hope amid despair;
Yet in the darken'd cabin
Rocked by the raging sea,
There calmly sat a beauteous boy,
Upon his mother's knee.
He sang a hymn of heaven,
Then spoke so sweetly mild,
"The Bible saith our Savior dear
Doth love the little child;
