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L. M.
Rocked in the cradle of the deep.
Rocked in the cradle of the deep,
I lay me down in peace to sleep;
Secure I rest upon the wave,
For thou, O Lord! hast power to save.
2 I know thou wilt not slight my call!
For thou dost mark the sparrow’s fall!
And calm and peaceful is my sleep,
Rocked in the cradle of the deep.
3 And such the trust that still were mine,
Though stormy winds swept o’er the brine,
Or though the tempest’s fiery breath
Roused me from sleep to wreck and death!
4 In ocean caves still safe with thee,
The germs of immortality;
And calm and peaceful is my sleep,
Rocked in the cradle of the deep.
Mrs. Willard.