The SHIPWRECK: A Hymn of Praiſe.
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Deep calleth unto deep at the noiſe of thy water-ſpouts: All thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.—Yet the LORD hath ſhewn his loving kindneſs in the day-time: In the night my song shall be with him, and my prayer unto the GOD of my life.—When I remember theſe things I pour out my ſoul in me, with the voice of joy and praiſe. David.
When mountain billows o’er me roll I poured out my troubled ſoul When waves of adverſe fortune meet, Thou prov’d a guide unto my feet. 2. My ſong ſhall always be on GOD, I’m ſav’d by his uplifted rod; My utmoſt ſearch ſhall be to know The LORD who ſav’d from froſt and ſnow. 3. LORD may I fear thee all my days, Thy mercies claim my higheſt praiſe; For in the time of deep deſpair, Preſerv’d I was by heav’nly care. 4. The LORD is good to thoſe who call On Him, and do depend for all; In adverſe fate if we depend On GOD, he will deliv’rence ſend. 5. In deep diſtreſs and trouble ſore, When ſurging billows round me roar, Altho’ he ſlay me, yet I’ll truſt On God, my Saviour, who is juſt. 6. On Him, who is the LORD of all; My day-ſong ſhall in thee accord, And in the night I’ll praiſe the LORD. 7. Thy goodneſs and thy tender care Reliev’d me when in deep deſpair; Thy gracious and thy friendly Crook I will record in this my Book. 8. Had it not been for thy controul, The deep would ſwallow up my ſoul; Tho’ froſt me of my feet deprive, Yet I will praiſe thee I’m alive. 9. Alive to praiſe thee, O my GOD, Tho’ chaſt’ned with afflicting rod; But ſhould my ſins been marked well, My ſoul would have been ſent to Hell. 10. But bleſſed be his holy Hand, I am return’d to native land; Tho’ ſickneſs did my ſpirits waſte, Thy flowing mercy I do taſte. 11. My Kindred and my Friends ſo dear; Truſt in the LORD and always fear Him who can ſave, if you rely On One who rules above the ſky. 12. Lo, Seamen, one and all attend, Look well to what I here have pen’d; Let me intreat you not to ſwear, But live in GOD’s moſt holy fear. 13. He will vouchſafe when danger’s nigh, To help, if on Him you rely; Tho’ ſtorms ariſe on raging main, He’ll bring thee ſafe to Friends again. 14. I ſay to all truſt in the LORD, He will your grottos always guard, From tempeſts dire and ſickneſs ſore; Your baſket fill, and bleſs your ſtore.