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L. M.

God's dominion over the sea. Psa. 107:23ff


God of the seas! thy thund'ring voice

Makes all the roaring waves rejoice,

And one soft word of thy command

Can sink them silent in the sand.

If but a Moses wave thy rod,

The sea divides and owns its God;

The stormy floods their Maker knew,

And let his chosen armies through.

The scaly flocks amidst the sea,

To thee, their Lord, a tribute pay;

The meanest fish that swims the flood

Leaps up, and means a praise to God.

[The larger monsters of the deep

On thy commands attendance keep;

By thy permission sport and play,

And cleave along their foaming way.

If God his voice of tempest rears,

Leviathan lies still and fears;

Anon he lifts his nostrils high,

And spouts the ocean to the sky.]

How is thy glorious power adored

Amidst these wat'ry nations, Lord!

Yet the bold men that trace the seas,

Bold men, refuse their Maker's praise!

[What scenes of miracles they see,

And never tune a song to thee!

While on the flood they safely ride,

They curse the hand that smooths the tide!

Anon they plunge in wat'ry graves,

And some drink death among the waves;

Yet the surviving crew blaspheme,

Nor own the God that rescued them.]

O for some signal of thine hand!

Shake all the seas, Lord, shake the land;

Great Judge! descend, lest men deny

That there's a God that rules the sky.

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