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 Yet who in full dependence feels That One alone can save, Until his fleeting life he throws Upon the troubled wave?

It is a blessed thing To heed the Sabbath chime, And on 'neath summer foliage walk To keep the holy time; Yet who hath all devoutly praised The Hand his breath that kept, Until the strong unpitying surge Raged round him while he slept?

Earth the indulgent nurse, With love her son doth guide, His safety on her quiet breast Begets an inborn pride; But Ocean, king austere, Doth mock his trusting gaze, And try the fabric of the faith, By which on Heaven he stays.