1 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.

2 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.

3 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.

[4 The larger Monsters of the Deep
On thy Commands Attendance keep;
By thy Permission sport and play,
And cleave along their foaming Way.

5 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.]

6 How is thy glorious Pow'r ador'd
Amidst these wat'ry Nations, Lord?
Yet the bold Men that trace the Seas,
Bold Men, refuse their Maker's Praise.

[7 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.

8 Anon they plunge in wat'ry Graves,
And some drink Death among the Waves;
Yet the surviving Crew blaspheme,
Nor own the God that rescu'd them.]

9 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.