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James T. Fields. Isaac B. Woodbury.

P cres.

1. We were crowd-ed in the cab - in, Not a

2. So we shud - dered there in sil - ence; For the

3. But his lit - tle daugh- ter whis-pered, As she

soul would dare to sleep; It was mid - night on the

stout - est held his breath, While the hun - gry sea was

took his i - cy hand, "Isn't God up - on the

waters, And a storm was on the deep, 'Tis a

roaring, And the breakers talked with Death. And as

o - cean, Just the same as on the land?" Then we

fear - ful thing in win - ter To be shattered by the

thus we sat in si - lence, Each bu - sy in his

kissed the lit - tle maid - en, And we spoke in bet - ter

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blast, And to hear the trum - pet thun - der,

pray 'rs, "We are lost!" the cap - tain shout-ed, As he

cheer; And we an - chored safe in har - bor, When the

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'Cut a - way the mast! "And a shout rose wild and

stag-gered down the stairs.

morn was shin - ing clear.

joy - ous, As we clasped the friend-ly hand "Ah!

God is on the o - cean Just the same as on the land."