O God, who metest in thy [thine] hand

Verse 1

O God, who metest in Thine hand The waters of the mighty sea, And barrest ocean with the sand By Thy perpetual decree:

Verse 2

What time the floods lift up their voice And break in anger on the shore, When deep to deep calls with the noise Of waterspouts and billows’ roar;

Verse 3

When they who to the sea go down, And in the waters ply their toil, Are lifted on the surge’s crown, And plunged where seething eddies boil;

Verse 4

Rule then, O Lord, the ocean’s wrath, And bind the tempest with Thy will; Tread, as of old, the water’s path And speak Thy bidding, Peace, be still.

Verse 5

So with Thy mercies ever new Thy servants set from peril free, And bring them, Pilot wise and true, Within the port where they would be.