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The Goodness of His God

by Robert Herrick, 1647

When winds and seas do rage
  And threaten to undo me,
Thou dost, their wrath assuage
  If I but call unto Thee.

A mighty storm last night
  Did seek my soul to swallow,
But by the peep of light
  A gentle calm did follow.

What need I then despair,
  Though ills stand round about me;
Since mischiefs neither dare
  To bark or bite without Thee?

Published in Noble Numbers
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