Verse 1
Foolish men, your hope is vain:
Can ye thus your purpose gain,
Warn’d, the warning who despise,
Rashly slight a saint’s advice,
Trust a smiling wind before
God’s inspir’d Ambassador!
Verse 2
Tyrants of the sea and land,
Winds arise at his command,
Brought out of his treasuries
The devoted vessel seize;
Serving their almighty Lord
Winds and storms fulfil his word.
Verse 3
He whom winds and seas obey,
Doth his sovereignty display,
Jesus, Master of the storm
Doth his own designs perform,
Jesus in the heathen’s eyes
His own servant magnifies.