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When the Sabbath's peaceful ray O'er the Ocean's breast doth play, Though no throngs assemble there, No sweet church-bell warns to prayer, Spirit! let thy presence be, Sabbath to the unresting sea.

When the raging billows dark, Thundering toss our threatened bark, Thou, who on the whelming wave Didst the meek disciple save&mdash; Thou, who hear'st us when we pray, Jesus! Saviour! be our stay.

When in foreign lands we roam, Far from kindred and from home, Stranger eyes our conduct viewing, Heathen bands our steps pursuing, Let our conversation be Fitting those that follow thee.