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Like a great ocean weary of unrest,
My soul cried out to God in troubled waves;
Storms, rocks and billows, yawning, hungry caves,
A midnight ocean in one human breast
Cried unto God for rest.

And in the darkest hour before the dawn,
One stood beside me, One whom angels laud;
Whose form was like unto the Son of God.
I woke, the troubled sea of life rolled on,
But all the burden of my soul was gone.

O burdened spirits cease your fruitless quest,
For Christ alone thy burden can remove,
Till with the boundless ocean of His love,
A sunlit ocean in one human breast,
Where flow the tides of His eternal rest!

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