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60 Yet should wildest tempests swell, Be thou near, and all is well; Saviour! on this tossing Sea Let us find repose in Thee.

Countless wrecks are spread below, Where with daring keel we go; Gentle forms, and bosoms brave, Ocean's floor, like jewels pave; If with them in briny deep It should be our lot to sleep, Saviour! from the whelming sea Take our ransomed souls to Thee.