Classic Poem

They see Gods wonders that are call'd
Through dreadfull Seas to passe,
In tearing winds and roaring seas,
And calmes as Smooth as glasse.

I have in Europes ships, oft been
In King of terrours hand;
When all have cri'd , Now, now we sinck,
Yet God brought safe to land.

Alone 'mongst Indians in Canoes ,
Sometime o're-turn'd, I have been
Halfe inch from death, in Ocean deepe,
Gods wonders I have seene.