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To morrow I set sail again
Not to the Negroe shore—
Wretch that I am I will at least
Commit that sin no more.
Not to the Negroe shore—
Wretch that I am I will at least
Commit that sin no more.
O give me comfort if you can—
Oh tell me where to fly—
And bid me hope, if there be hope,
For one so lost as I.
Oh tell me where to fly—
And bid me hope, if there be hope,
For one so lost as I.
Poor wretch, the stranger he replied,
Put thou thy trust in heaven,
And call on him for whose dear sake
All sins shall be forgiven.
Put thou thy trust in heaven,
And call on him for whose dear sake
All sins shall be forgiven.
This night at least is thine, go thou
And seek the house of prayer,
There shalt thou hear the word of God
And he will help thee there!
And seek the house of prayer,
There shalt thou hear the word of God
And he will help thee there!
