If, On A Quiet Sea,
Toward Heav’n We Calmly Sail,
With Grateful Hearts, O God, To Thee,
We’ll Own The Fevering Gale;
With Grateful Hearts, O God, To Thee,
We’ll Own The Fevering Gale.

But Should The Surges Rise,
And Rest Delay To Come,
Blest Be The Tempest, Kind The Storm,
Which Drives Us Nearer Home;
Blest Be The Tempest, Kind The Storm,
Which Drives Us Nearer Home.

Soon Shall Our Doubts And Fears
All Yield To Thy Control;
Thy Tender Mercies Shall Illume
The Midnight Of The Soul;
Thy Tender Mercies Shall Illume
The Midnight Of The Soul.

Teach Us, In Every State,
To Make Thy Will Our Own;
And When The Joys Of Sense Depart,
To Live By Faith Alone;
And When The Joys Of Sense Depart,
To Live By Faith Alone.

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