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hand by the heat of the sun upon some of the rocks of the
sea), and never wanted it afterwards. How mercifully can
our Creator treat His creatures, even in those conditions in
which they seemed to be overwhelmed in destruction! How
can He sweeten the bitterest providences, and give us cause
to praise Him for dungeons and prisons! What a table was
here spread for me in the wilderness, where I saw nothing at
first but to perish for hunger!
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