O Maker of the Mighty Deep

Whereon our vessels fare,

Above our life’s adventure keep

Thy faithful watch and care.

In Thee we trust, whate’er befall;

Thy sea is great, our boats are small.

We know not where the secret tides

Will help us or delay,

Nor where the lurking tempest hides,

Nor where the fogs are gray.

We trust in Thee, whate’er befall;

Thy sea is great, our boats are small.

When outward bound we boldly sail

And leave the friendly shore,

Let not our heart of courage fail

Until the voyage is o’er.

We trust in Thee, whate’er befall;

Thy sea is great, our boats are small.

When homeward bound we gladly turn,

O bring us safely there,

Where harbor-lights of friendship burn

And peace is in the air.

We trust in Thee, whate’er befall;

Thy sea is great, our boats are small.

Beyond the circle of the sea,

When voyaging is past,

We seek our final port in Thee;

O bring us home at last.

In Thee we trust, whate’er befall;

Thy sea is great, our boats are small.