Departing Missionaries

Verse 1

Roll on, thou mighty ocean; And, as thy billows flow, Bear messengers of mercy To every land below. Arise, ye gales, and waft them Safe to the destined shore; That man may sit in darkness, And death's black shade no more.

Verse 2

O thou eternal Ruler, Who holdest in thine arm The tempests of the ocean, Protect them from all harm! Thy presence, Lord, be with them, Wherever they may be; Though far from us, who love them, Still let them be with thee.