Acclamations aloud were now heard from the men,
When the tidings were spread that theCaptain was seen.
Our jolly young lubbers came up from the hold
As soon as the Captain's arrival was told.

We cried for joy when we found 'twas the Lord,
And quickly prepar'd to receive him on board;
A many salutes he receiv'd from the lip,
While we gladly received him into the ship.

As soon as the Captain on deck did appear
Our enemies trembled with horror and fear.
He told us the ocean should shortly be still,
For the wind and the wave would acknowledge his will.

The crew that had boarded us trembled with dread,
And fell on the deck as if wounded or dead;
They knew the Commander, and threw down their
sword;

Their valour was lost at the sight of the Lord.

They all look'd abashed, and trembled with fear, When sternly demanded who first brought them there. Our desperate foes, who had fought us so bold, Were now laid in irons, and chain'd in the hold.

Now orders were given for lots to be cast,

To know for whose cause the late storm came to pass.
Each sailor consented that lots should go forth,
And good Master Legal was taken forsooth!

When Legal was caught, he was compass'd about, To see if his country could be traced out,

While some did conjure him his name to avow,

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The others demanded; From whence camest thou?'

Sinai, he said, was the place of his birth,
And vanity caus'd him at first to go forth;
He own'd he was griev'd at the rays of the Lord,
And fled from his presence as well as his word.

We demanded of him of what people he were,
Why he slept in the vessel, and how he came there;
And why he could not his devotion perform,
And how he could sleep so secure, in a storm?

He said, I'm an Hebrew, a God-fearing man.
The God that created the sea and the land,
Jehovah of heaven's the God of my fear;

I fled from his presence, and so I came here.'

We told him his fear should have kept him from

flight;

And, if God was his fear, why flee from his sight? Fear flieth from evil, and cleaveth to good;

But thy fear has fled from the presence of God.

His true occupation it could not be known;
His trade or his calling he never would own;
His silence gave ground for an evil surmise,
To live in apostasy who can devise!

At last he reply'd, Take me up, if you please;
Before I'd go back, I would sink in the seas;
Or, if you are willing to let me sleep here,
I have no objection to paying my fare.'

He could not deny but he'd caused the storm,
And own'd that he could not in prayer perform!
Nor did he attempt his rebellion to palm,
But bid us to drown him, and promis'd a calm.

At last 'twas concluded by most of the crew
He belong'd to some galley, or else a canoe;
He ne'er had encounter'd the blasts of Boreas,
The trips he had made were with paddles or oars.

He ne'er had been used to plow in the deep,

By the violent storm that had lull'd him to sleep;
A boatman he was by the words of his mouth,
And had row'd to the north, with his face to the south.

That he is no sailor is plain by the test,
And is but a passenger here at the best;

'Let him sink in the deep,' says the Master, for me; If he's 'sav'd, he will own that salvation is free.'

He would not unite with the sailors in pray'r;
No incense goes up while the villain is here;
He plainly has prov'd, by the path he has trod,
That he could not exist in the presence of God.

So guilty he stood, without any reply,
Nor would he request though condemned to die;
For Legal's his name, and quite legal his cast,
And stubborn the rebel remain'd to the last.

We pray'd, and agreed him to throw from the deck; For, if God is his fear, he will find his way back; And we soon were convinc'd that the pray'r it was heard, And that God did approve, by the calm that appear'd.

We proceeded with Pur until Slothful was took,
For he had neglected the log and the book;
On trial 'twas prov'd he was guilty of that,
So he was dismiss'd with the tails of the cat.

And one Mr. Loose for a time was confin'd,
For he had not girded the loins of his mind;
And one Mr. Freezeheart was put in the hold,
Whose love to the Captain had lately got cold.

Old Mr. Remiss, he was taken by lot,

And Mr. Lukewarm, neither cold nor yet hot;
The former was order'd in irons to lay,

Till the weight of his shackles should teach him to pray:

But Mr. Lukewarm, he was left in his state;
Not whipt with the cat, nor revived with heat;
Nor able to draw a conclusion from hence,
But inwardly gall'd with a daily suspense.

Now old Mr. Fearful was taken by Pur,

Whose want of good courage had brought on a slur;
In order to make him more useful and bold,
Old Lucifer sifted him down in the hold.

All those that were valiant the Captain approv'd,
And those that had fainted, their doubts were remov'd;
He order'd a balm for the wounded on board;
The sick and afflicted were shortly restor❜d.

The blinded in part they received their sight,
And those were embolden'd who fainted with fright;
The deaf were attentive to all he'd impart;
The lame and the maimed they leap'd like a hart.

The wine it was plenty, and plenty the food,
The messes all vary'd, but excellent good;
It made the inflexible tender and soft;
The timid and fearful would venture aloft.

This exoellent birth it engag'd us to stay,
And the sailors received the whole of their pay;
The ship was a roader for several days,
The Captain receiving his tribute of praise.

As daily our pay it increased the feast,
Not a sailor but wished the banquet to last;
We drank of that ancient and heavenly wine
Which traced the fight and the storm from the mind.

At length orders were given for us to prepare, And the set time for sailing began to draw near; So we weighed our anchor, and got under sail, And shortly were bless'd with an excellent gale.

Still raptures of joy they were daily kept up,
The number increased that walk'd on the poop;
Some on the mast-head they continued to view,
In hopes to give tidings of land to the crew.

We sail'd with delight for a number of days,
And bask'd in the sun and rejoic'd in his rays;
So strong and delightful, and steady the gale,
We had no occasion for shifting a sail.

These prosperous days we all sail'd with great ease,
And hop'd the Most High would continue the breeze;
A following sea, and the heavens so clear,
We thought the Fair Havens would shortly appear.

With joy we rehearsed the dangers we pass'd,
Without ever hurting the ship or the mast;
And sung with delight of the joys of the Cape,
And ended each verse with the blood of the grape.