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The boats lay stranded on the beach,
Tangled with seaweed, dank and green;
A desolate and dreary scene,
Far as the eye could reach;
The tide was out.


How changed the view when day was done;
The boats road gayly on the deep,
Their white sails nodding as in sleep,
Kissed by the setting sun;
The tide was in.


Thus many a life, in want or woe,
Lies stranded on a barren shore;
But God is God forevermore;
Take courage, for we know
The tide comes in.


And lifted from the rocks and shoals,
We sail upon a sunlit sea;
Night opens on eternity,--
Sweet rest for weary souls,--
The tide is in.