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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!