671 | The Hymnal#672 | 673 |
1 O Lord, be with us when we sail
Upon the lonely deep,
Our Guard, when on the silent deck
The midnight watch we keep.
2 We need not fear, though all around
'Mid rising winds we hear
The multitude of waters surge;
For Thou, O God, art near.
3 The calm, the breeze, the gale, the storm,
That pass from land to land,
All, all are Thine, are held within
The hollow of Thy hand.
4 If duty calls from threatened strife
To guard our native shore,
And shot and shell are answering
The booming cannon's roar.
5 Be Thou the Mainquard of our host,
Till war and dangers cease;
Defend the right, put up the sword,
And through the world make peace.
6 Across this troubled tide of life
Thyself our Pilot be,
Until we reach that better land,
The land that knows no sea.
7 To Thee the Father, Thee the Son,
Whom earth and sky adore,
And Spirit moving on the deep,
Be praise for evermore.
Amen.
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First Line: | O Lord, be with us when we sail |
Author: | Rev. Edward A. Dayman (1865) |
Publication Date: | 1895 |