The Sailor
When wind is fair and stars are bright,
How sweet it is to sail at night
So smoothly o'er the ocean, all shining and serene;
And when tempestuous billows roar
And moon and stars are seen no more,
How sweet to kneel before the God who rules the awful scene.
How sweet it is to sail at night
So smoothly o'er the ocean, all shining and serene;
And when tempestuous billows roar
And moon and stars are seen no more,
How sweet to kneel before the God who rules the awful scene.
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