Words: John Quincy Adams (6th President of the United States)
O that the race of men would raise Their voices to their heavenly King, And with the sacrifice of praise The glories of Jehovah sing! Ye navigators of the sea, Your course on ocean's tides who keep, And there Jehovah's wonders see, His wonders in the briny deep!
He speaks; conflicting whirlwinds fly; The waves in swelling torrents flow; They mount, aspire to heaven on high; They sink, as if to hell below: Their souls with terror melt away; They stagger as if drunk with wine Their skill is vain, -- to thee they pray; O, save them, Energy divine!
He stays the storm; the waves subside; Their hearts with rapture are inspired; Soft breezes waft them o'er the tide, In gladness, to their port desired: O that mankind the song would raise, Jehovah's goodness to proclaim! Assembled nations shout his praise, Assembled elders bless his name!