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Like a speck mid ocean's foam
Far from native land and home,
Midnight's cloud without a ray,
Darkening o'er our venturous way,
While the mountain wave is rolling,
And the ship's bell faintly tolling,
Helpless, Lord, and weak are we,
Let us turn for strength to Thee.

Blast and surge, contending hoarse,
Drive us on with headlong force,
And the ship, while tempests urge,
Groans and shivers at their scourge;