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Here is the boundless ocean,—there the sky,
  O’er-arching broad and blue—
Telling of God and heaven—how deep, how high,
  How glorious and true!

Upon the wave there is an anthem sweet,
  Whispered in fear and love,
Sending a solemn tribute to the feet
  Of Him who sits above.

God of the waters! Nature owns her King!
  The Sea thy sceptre knows;
At thy command the tempest spreads its wing,
  Or folds it to repose.

And when the whirlwind hath gone rushing by,
  Obedient to thy will,
What reverence sits upon the wave and sky,
  Humbled, subdued, and still!

Oh! let my soul, like this submissive sea,
  With peace upon its breast,
By the deep influence of thy Spirit be
  Holy and hushed to rest.

And as the gladdening sun lights up the morn,
  Bidding the storm depart,
So may the Sun of Righteousness adorn,
  With love, my shadowed heart.