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Show My Ship. My shin has come and her sails aro white. Bho- freighted with health and peace and love; Hhe. rides nn the in of pure delight. Where tho sky bends gold nnd blue above. And rlpplea of gladness 'round her ploy. As sho furls her snowy sails to-iluy. I looked for her oft nnd waited long, Hut mists hung heavy and dark below, be-low, Bometlmes I thought I could hear the song Of the seraph band, or caught tho glow from their crowns of light, but doubts and fears Obscured my beautiful ship for jrars. I!ut she's here at last, my ship, my ship. My bnautlful ship of health nnd love, She's moored to the "Hock of Ages'1 fast And Calvary's banner floats above, And I rest seoure from death and sin Hlnce tho day my beautiful shin sailed In Philadelphia Press, |