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Rock'd 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 pow'r to save.

I know Thou wilt not slight my call,

For Thou dost note the sparrow's fall,

And calm and peaceful is my sleep,

Rock'd in the cradle of the deep.

And such the trust that still were mine,

Tho' stormy winds swept o'er the brine;

Or though the tempest's fiery breath

Rous'd me from sleep to wreck and death!

In ocean cave still safe with Thee,

The germ of immortality;

And calm and peaceful is my sleep,

Rock'd in the cradle of the deep.