O that the race of men would raise
Their voices to their heav�nly 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!
