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The winds are still; the sea lies all untroubled / Beneath a cloudless sky; the morn is bright, / Yet, Lord, I feel my need of Thee is doubled; / Come nearer to me in this blaze of light; / The night must fall, -- the storm will burst at length. / Oh! give me strength.
So well, so well, I know the treacherous seeming / Of days like this; they are too heavenly fair. / Those waves that laugh like happy children dreaming, / Are mighty forces brewing some despair / For thoughtless hearts, and ere the hour of need, / Let mine take heed.