They That Toil Upon The Deep

Verse 1

They that toil upon the deep, And, in vessels light and frail, O’er the mighty waters sweep, With the billow and the gale—

Verse 2

Mark what wonders God performs, When He speaks, and, unconfined, Rush to battle all His storms, In the chariots of the wind.

Verse 3

Up to heav’n their bark is whirled, On the mountain of the wave, Down as suddenly ’tis hurled To th’ abysses of the grave.

Verse 4

To and fro they reel and roll, As intoxicate with wine; Terrors paralyze their soul, Helm they quit, and hope resign.

Verse 5

Then unto the Lord they cry; He inclines a gracious ear, Sends deliverance from on high, Rescues them from all their fear.

Verse 6

Calm and smooth the surge flow, And where deadly lightning ran, God’s own reconciling bow Meets the ocean with a span.