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I have no place to pray on board So I came here alone,That I might freely kneel and pray, And call on Christ and groan.
If to the main-mast head I go, The wicked one is there,From place to place, from rope to rope, He follows every where.
I shut my eyes,—it matters not— Still still the same I see,—And when I lie me down at night 'Tis always day with me.
He follows follows every where, And every place is Hell!O God—and I must go with him In endless fire to dwell.
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