Would You Behold the Works of God?

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 fa­vor of the wind;

Till God com­mand

and tem­pests rise

That heave the ocean to the skies.

Now to the heav’ns 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 wished 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.