In the bitter waves of woe, Beaten and tossed about By the sullen winds that blow, From the desolate shores of doubt Where the anchors that Faith has cast, Are dragging in the gale I am quietly holding fast, To the things that cannot fail. And Fierce though the fiends may fight, And long though …
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