If hell rage as thine enemy
thy strength tax, every whit
If thou be cast into the deep
If thou art in a pit
How vast the heavens darkly teem
The surge may billow o’er
the wind so fierce in all its might
thy way hedged round with fear
then fear thou not, what can man do?
Peace, my son, son believe
these things shall give thee for thy good
Experience, hope, and love
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