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420 The Book of Praise,
To Thee, my God, whose Presence fills The earth, and seas, and skies,
To Thee, whose Name, whose heart is Love, With all my powers I rise.
Troubles in long succession roll;
Wave rushes upon wave j Pity, O pity my distress !
Thy child,, Thy suppliant, save !
O bid the roaring tempest cease ;
Or give me strength to bear Whate'er Thy holy will appoints,
And save me from despair!
To Thee, my God, alone I look,
On Thee alone confide ; Thou never hast deceived the soul
That on Thy grace relied.
Though oft Thy ways are wrapt in clouds
Mysterious and unknown, Truth, Righteousness, and Mercy stand
The pillars of Thy throne.
Tho7nas Gibbons. 1784.
The billows swell, the winds are high,
Clouds overcast my wintry sky ;
Out of the depths to Thee I call,
My fears are great, my strength is small.