From Psalm Eighteenth

Above the flooding of the waves God is my great, high tower:My rock, my fortress and defence, In every tempted hour.I plead my cause, and presently With strange, sweet peace he comforts me.

Upon his holy name I call In darkness of distress;He hears my voice, nor turns his ear From simple trustfulness.His way so very perfect is, It leadeth mine to turn to his.

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