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On the Bay | ||
| Gliding smoothly on the bay With the stars to show the way One can find a perfect peace And one's sense of joy increase. There's a pilot who's divine In command of every line, Who controls one's destiny Every time one goes to sea. Praise the Lord for guidance sure In a form that will endure. Leading always to the pier Even if a storm appear. | ||
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