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Affliction is a stormy deep,
where wave succeeds to wave;
though o'er my head the billows sweep,
I know the Lord can save.
His grace and mercy trust, my soul,
nor murmur at his rod:
in vain the waves of trouble roll,
while he is still thy God.
Nathaniel Cotton (1707-1788), 1761 [[Category:Nathaniel Cotton]