On the Providential Deliverance of the Town of C * * * * * * *

The roaring flames, the raging sea
Great God, are only check'd by thee!
Thine be the praise, in danger's hour
When bright deliv'rance sends its power!

One moment—and an awful stroke
Had many a social union broke,
And ruin with the thunder's might
Had swept our dwellings from the light!

One moment!—But thy mercy came,
It stopp'd the wild tumultuous flame!
And those who seek a Saviour's care
Will find a nobler rescue there.
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