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266 The angry waves his word obey d, And all my fears were hush d to peace.

8 The peace is&quot; his, and not my own ; My heart (no better than before) Is still to dreadful changes prone, Then let me never trust it more.

1 THOUGH small the drops of falling rain If one be singly view d, Collected, they o erspread the plain. And form a mighty flood.

2 The house it meets with in its course Should not be built on clay, Lest, with a wild, resistless force, It sweep the whole away.

3 Though for awhile it seem secure. It will not bear the shock Unless it has foundations sure, And stands upon a rock.

4 Thus sinners think their evil deeds. Like drops of rain, are small ; But it the power of thought exceeds To count the sum of all.

5 One sin can raise, though small it seem. A flood to drown the soul ; What then, when countless million stream- Shall join to swell the whole!

6 Yet, while they think the weather fair, If warn d they smile or frown : But they will tremble and despair, When the fierce flood comes down.

7 Oh! then on Jesus ground your hope. That Stone in Zion laid ; Lest your poor building quickly drop With ruin on your head.