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38 From friends and native land should turn, A wanderer o'er the faithless sea;

Should hear its deep imploring tone Rise upward o'er the thundering surge, When breakers threat the reeling bark. And winds with waves their conflict urge.

No spot on which his foot can rest, No refuge where his form may flee, How will he turn, O Rock Divine! And bind his anchoring soul to Thee.