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Rh Yet who hath all devoutly praised the Friend his breath that kept, Until the unpitying mountain-surge roam'd round him while he slept?

Earth, the indulgent mother-nurse, with love her son doth guide, His safety, on her quiet breast, begets an inborn pride; But Ocean, like a king austere, doth mock his trusting gaze, And test the fabric of the faith, by which on Heaven he stays.

Hark! hark! again a tuneful sound floats o'er the watery plain,— How passing sweet are Zion s songs amid the stranger-main; We taught their praise to echoing winds along our venturous way, And to the billows as they toss'd in their tremendous play.

"I know that my Redeemer lives!" O Soul! how great thy bliss, If in thine inmost casket dwells a gem so pure as this. Be patient neath the darkest cloud, be glad whate'er betide; "I know that my Redeemer lives"—what needs t thou know beside?