Psalm 107 (Version 4, Part 4)

Would you behold the works of God,

His wonders in the world abroad,

Go with the mariners, and trace

The unknown regions of the seas.

They leave their native shores behind,

And seize the favour of the wind,

Till God command, and tempests rise

That heave the ocean to the skies.

Now to the heavens they mount amain,

Now sink to dreadful deeps again;

What strange affrights young sailors feel,

And like a staggering drunkard reel!

When land is far, and death is nigh,

Lost to all hope, to God they cry;

His mercy hears the loud address,

And sends salvation in distress.

He bids the winds their wrath assuage;

The furious waves forget their rage;

'Tis calm; and sailors smile to see

The haven where they wish'd to be.

O may the sons of men record

The wondrous goodness of the Lord!

Let them their private offerings bring,

And in the church his glory sing.