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I. When, in the mid-sea of the night, / I waken at thy call, O Lord, / The first that troop my bark aboard / Are darksome imps that hate the light, / Whose tongues are arrows, eyes a blight -- / Of wraths and cares a pirate horde -- / Though on the mid-sea of the night / It was thy call that waked me, Lord.
Then I must to my arms and fight -- / Catch up my shield and two-edged sword, / The words of him who is thy word -- / Nor cease till they are put to flight; / Then in the mid-sea of the night / I turn and listen for thee, Lord.