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FAITH AND PRAYER.
O may I reach the heavenly shore,
Where winds and waves distress no more.
5 Whene’er becalmed I lie,
And storms forbear to toss,
Be thou dear Lord, still nigh,
Lest I should suffer loss;
For more the treach’rous calm I dread
Than tempest bursting o’er my head.
6 Come, Holy Ghost, and blow,
A prosp’rous gale of grace :
Waft me from all below,
To heaven, my destined place ;
Then in full sail my port I’ll find,
And leave the world and sin behind.
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God our Father.
1 7\ A Y God, my Father—blissful name—
1V1 O may I call thee mine !
May I with sweet assurance claim
A portion so divine !
2 This only can my fears control,
And bid my sorrows fly ;
What harm can ever reach my soul
Beneath my Father’s eye ?
3 Whate’er thy holy will denies,
I calmly would resign ;
For thou art good, and just, and wise—
0 bend my will to thine.
4 Whate’er thy sacred will ordains,
0 give me strength to bear;
And let me know my Father reigns,
And trust his tender care.
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