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What, tho' I'm swallow'd in the deep?
tho' mountains o'er me roar?
Jehovah reigns! as Jonah safe
I'm landed, and adore:

Thy will is welcome, let it wear
its most tremendous form;
Roar waves! rage winds! I know, that thou
canst save me by a storm.

From Thee immortal spirits born,
to Thee, their fountain, flow,
If wise; as curl'd around to theirs
meand'ring streams below:

Not less compell'd by reason's call,
to Thee our souls aspire,
Than to thy skies, by nature's law,
high mounts material fire;

To thee aspiring they exult;
I feel my spirits rise,
I feel myself thy son, and pant
for patrimonial skies:

Since ardent thirst of future good,
and gen'rous sense of past,
To thee man's prudence strongly ties,
and binds affection fast;

Since