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Thy mercy sweeten’d ev’ry soil,
Made ev’ry region please:
The hoary Alpine hills it warm’d,
And smooth’d the Tyrrhene seas.
- Think, O my soul, devoutly think,
How with affrighted eyes,
Thou saw’st the wide extended deep
In all its horrors rise!
- Confusion dwelt in ev’ry face,
And fear in ev’ry heart,
When waves on waves, and gulphs on gulphs,
O’ercame the pilot’s art.
- Yet then, from all my griefs, O Lord,
Thy mercy set me free;
Whilst in the confidence of pray’r
My soul took hold on thee.
- For though on dreadful whirls we hung
High on the broken wave,
I knew thou wert not slow to hear,
Nor impotent to save.
- The storm was laid, the winds retir’d,
Obedient to thy will;
The sea that roar’d at thy command,
At thy command was still.
- In midst of dangers, fears, and death,
Thy goodness I’ll adore,
And praise thee for thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more.
