Eternal Lord! whose power

Can calm the heaving ocean,

Exalted thou,

Yet gracious bow;

Accept our warm devotion.

2 For thee, our all we leave,

Nor drop a tear of sadness;

As on we glide,

Be thou our guide,

And fill our hearts with gladness.

3 We go ’mid pagan gloom

To spread the truth victorious;

Thy blessing send,

Thy word attend,

And make its triumph glorious.

4 And when our toils are done,

Smooth thou the dying pillow:

O, bring us blest

To endless rest,

Safe o’er death’s troubled billow!