Thus beneath my spreading sail
Or Pine Tree calm, I rest,
Call Creation's Master mine
And lean upon His breast.
Seas to waft me roll their waves
Suns to light me daily, rise
Grace my ransomed spirit saves
And glory is my prize.
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Joshua Marsden · Romanticismo
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Thus beneath my spreading sail
Or Pine Tree calm, I rest,
Call Creation's Master mine
And lean upon His breast.
Seas to waft me roll their waves
Suns to light me daily, rise
Grace my ransomed spirit saves
And glory is my prize.
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