1 God of the seas, thy thundering voice Makes all the roaring waves rejoice, And one soft word of thy command Can sink them silent in the sand.
2 If but a Moses wave thy rod, The sea divides, and owns its God: The stormy floods their Maker knew, And let his chosen armies thro'.
3 The scaly flocks amidst the sea, To thee, their Lord, a tribute pay; The meanest fish that swims the flood Leaps up, and means a praise to God.
4 [The larger monsters of the deep, On thy commands attendance keep, By thy permission sport and play, And cleave along their foaming way.
5 If God his voice of tempest rears, Leviathan lies still and fears, Anon he lifts his nostrils high, And spouts the ocean to the sky.]
6 How is thy glorious power ador'd, Amidst those watery nations, Lord! Yet the bold men that trace the seas, Bold men, refuse their Maker's praise.
7 [What scenes of miracle they see, And never tune a song to thee! While on the flood they safely ride, They curse the hand that smooths the tide.
8 Anon they plunge in watery graves, And some drink death among the waves: Yet the surviving crew blaspheme, Nor own the God that rescu'd them.]
9 O for some signal of thine hand! Shake all the seas, Lord, shake the land, Great Judge, descend, lest men deny That there's a God that rules the sky.
From the 70th to the 109th Hymn, I hope the reader will forgive the neglect of the rhyme in the first and third lines of the stanza.