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- 7 For though on dreadful whirls we hung
- High on the broken wave,
- I knew thou wert not slow to hear,
- Nor impotent to save.
- 8 The storm was laid, the winds retir'd,
- Obedient to thy will;
- The sea that roar'd at thy command,
- At thy command was still.
- 9 In midst of dangers, fears, and death,
- Thy goodness I'll adore,
- And praise thee for thy mercies past,
- And humbly hope for more.
- 10 My life, if thou preserv'st my life,
- Thy sacrifice shall be;
- And death, if death must be my doom,
- Shall join my soul to thee!
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