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Should adverse gales my course impede.
 * Should sickness waste my form,

Give me a mind, calm and resign’d,
 * To meet affliction’s storm.

In every state that peace be mine,
 * Which doth from consience flow;

That cordial sweet, that blissed treat,
 * That antidote of woe.

And when my days I’ve number’d here,
 * And reach'd my last abode,

In that dread day, give me to say,
 * Bless'd be the name of God.

"I know that my redeemer lives.”


 * His praise I’ll ever sing:

He’s pav'd the way to endless day,—
 * "O grave! where is thy victory?
 * O Death! where is thy sting!"