1 Thy works of glory, mighty Lord, Thy wonders in the deeps, The sons of courage shall record Who trade in floating ships.
2 At thy command the winds arise, And swell the towering waves; The men astonish'd mount the skies And sink in gaping graves.
3 [Again they climb the watery hills, And plunge in deeps again; Each like a tottering drunkard reels, And finds his courage vain.
4 Frighted to hear the tempest roar, They pant with fluttering breath, And, hopeless of the distant shore, Expect immediate death.]
5 Then to the Lord they raise their cries, He hears the loud request, And orders silence thro' the skies, And lays the floods to rest.
6 Sailors rejoice to lose their fears, And see the storm allay'd: Now to their eyes the port appears; There let their vows be paid.
7 'Tis God that brings them safe to land; Let stupid mortals know That waves are under his command, And all the winds that blow,
8 O that the sons of men would praise The goodness of the Lord! And those that see thy wondrous ways, Thy wondrous love record.