O Maker of the Sea and Sky

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.

What if Thy foot­steps are not known?

W know Thy way is in the sea;

We trace the sha­dow of Thy throne

Constant amid in­con­stan­cy.

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.

The sun that lights the home­land dear

Spreads the new morn­ing o’er the deep;

And in the dark Thy stars ap­pear

Keeping their watch­es while we sleep.

And so

se­cure from all al­arms

Thy seas be­neath

Thy skies ab­ove

Clasped in the ev­er­last­ing arms

We rest in Thine un­slum­ber­ing love.