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Secure in his prophetic strength,

The water peril o’er,

The many-gifted man at length

Stepp’d on the promised shore.

He trod the shore; but not to rest,

Nor wait till Angels came;

Lo! humblest pains the Saint attest,

The firebrands and the flame.

But, when he felt the viper’s smart,

Then instant aid was given;

Christian! hence learn to do thy part,

And leave the rest to Heaven.