Verse 1
The waves of the sea, When highest they rise,
Are govern’d by Thee, Our Lord in the skies:
Thy succour imploring, Thy presence we find,
To silence the roaring, And tie up the wind.
Verse 2
The fierceness of men, Who threaten so loud,
Thy word can restrain, And bridle the croud;
And when it represses Their madness of will
The hurricane ceases, The tumult is84 still.
Verse 3
Whoe’er in thy hand The instrument be,
Thine only command, And action we see;
So nigh to deliver Acknowledge thy power,
Thy mercy forever And ever adore.