1 O Maker of the sea and sky,
Whose word the stormy winds fulfill,
On the wide ocean Thou art nigh,
Bidding these hearts of ours be still!

2 What if Thy footsteps are not known?
We know Thy way is in the sea;
We trace the shadow of Thy throne,
Constant amid inconstancy.

3 Thou bidd'st the north or south wind blow;
The lonely sea-bird is Thy care;
And in the clouds which come and go,
We see Thy chariots everywhere.

4 The sun that lights the home-land dear
Spreads the new morning o'er the deep;
And in the dark Thy stars appear,
Keeping their watches while we sleep.

5 Our friends seem nearer when Thou art nigh;
And homeless on the ocean foam,
Beneath an ever-changing sky,
With Thee we are at rest, at home.

6 And so, secure from all alarms,
Thy seas beneath, Thy skies above,
Clasped in the everlasting arms,
We rest in thine unslumbering love.