Deliverance from storms and shipwreck; or, The seaman's song. <br /> <br />Would you behold the works of God, <br />His wonders in the world abroad, <br />Go with the mariners, and trace <br />The unknown regions of the seas. <br /> <br />They leave their native shores behind, <br />And seize the favor of the wind; <br />Till God command, and tempests rise <br />That heave the ocean to the skies. <br /> <br />Now to the heav'ns they mount amain, <br />Now sink to dreadful deeps again; <br />What strange affrights young sailors feel, <br />And like a stagg'ring drunkard reel! <br /> <br />When land is far, and death is nigh, <br />Lost to all hope, to God they cry; <br />His mercy hears the loud address, <br />And sends salvation in distress. <br /> <br />He bids the winds their wrath assuage, <br />The furious waves forget their rage; <br />'Tis calm, and sailors smile to see <br />The haven where they wished to be. <br /> <br />O may the sons of men record <br />The wondrous goodness of the Lord! <br />Let them their private off'rings bring, <br />And in the church his glory sing.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-107-part-4/
