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When the Four Winds, the Wrestlers, strive with the Sun, / When the Sun is slain in the dark; / When the stars burn out, and the night cries / To the blind sea-reapers, and they rise, / And the water-ways are stark -- / God save us when the reapers reap!
When the ships sweep in with the tide to the shore, / And the little white boats return no more; / When the reapers reap, / Lord, give Thy sailors sleep, / If Thou cast us not upon the shore, / To bless Thee evermore / To walk in Thy sight as heretofore, / Though the way of the Lord be steep!
By Thy grace, / Show Thy face, / Lord of the land and the deep!