Let him who sighs in sadness here,Rejoice, and know a friend is near.What heavenly sounds are those I hear? What being comes the gloom to cheer? [verse 1]When in the storm on Albion\u27s coast, The night watch guards his weary post,From thoughts of danger free,He marks some vessel\u27s dusky form,And hears amid the howling storm,The minute gun at sea, The minute gun at sea.And hears amid the howling storm,The minute gun at sea. [verse 2]Swift on the shore a hardy fewThe life-boat man with a gallant gallant crew,And dare the dangerous wave,Thro\u27 the wild surf they cleave their way,Lost in the foam, nor know dismay,For they go the crew to save,For they go the crew to save.Lost in the foam, nor know dismay,For they go the crew to save. But O, what rapture fills each breastWhen landed safe, what joys to tellOf all the dangers that befellThen is heard no more,Then is heard no more by the watch on the shore,The minute gun at sea
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