My spir-it sinks with-in me, Lord, But I will call Thy Name to mind, And times of past dis-tress re-cord, When I have found my God was kind. Huge trou-bles, with tu-mul-tuous noise, Swell like a sea, and round me spread; Thy wat-er-spouts drown all my joys, And ris-ing waves roll o'er my head. Yet w...
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