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| 1 | A little ship was on the sea, |
| It was a pretty sight; |
| It sailed along so pleasantly, |
| And all was calm and bright. |
| The sun was sinking in the west; |
| The shore was near at hand; |
| And those on board with hearts at rest |
| Thought soon to reach the land. |
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| 2 | When lo! a storm began to rise; |
| The wind grew loud and strong; |
| It blew the clouds across the skies; |
| It blew the waves along. |
| And all but One were sore afraid |
| Of sinking in the deep; |
| His head was on a pillow laid, |
| And He was fast asleep. |
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| 3 | "Master, we perish; Master, save!" |
| They cried; their Master heard: |
| He rose, rebuked the wind and wave, |
| And stilled them with a word. |
| He to the storm said, "Peace, be still!" |
| The raging billows cease; |
| The mighty winds obey His will, |
| And all are hushed in peace. |
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| 4 | They greatly wondered—so may we, |
| And ask as well as they— |
| Who could this glorious Person be |
| Whom winds and seas obey? |
| O well we know it was the Lord, |
| The Saviour and the Friend, |
| Whose care of those who trust His Word |
| Will never, never end. |
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