The sailors cried to God in their despair,
As wind and waves tossed them high in the air.
Their souls grew sick; their strength ebbed low,
Like drunken men, they reeled to and fro.
They cried to God in their distress,
And He delivered them from their mess.
He calmed the storm; the waves grew still,
And brought them safely to their destined hill.
Their hearts were glad when the storm subsided,
He led them safely where their hearts resided.
Let them give thanks for the Lord’s loving care,
His constant presence and answered prayer.
The sound of the sea echoes back from their lips;
Their eyes see the wonders of what God has made.
He raised them high on the crest of the wave,
Then plunged them down to a watery grave—
Or so it seemed as the mast gave a groan,
And the ship creaked as if her back were broken.
Their hearts were filled with fear and dread,
As the wild seas crashed around their head.
They mounted up to the heavens so high,
Then down to the depths, they seemed to fly.
Courage deserted them in their plight,
As they tumbled and tossed throughout the night.
Like drunken men, they reeled and swayed,
All skill and knowledge seemed to fade.
Then they cried to God in their despair,
As wind and waves tossed them high in the air.
He calmed the storm, the waves grew still,
And spared them the grave against their will.
Then they were glad because of the peace,
He brought them to their desired release—
Their haven of rest at the journey’s end,
Where sky and water gently blend.
Let them give thanks to the Lord for His love,
His wonderful works known by all above.
Let them exalt Him before the city gate,
And tell the wonders of His mercies great.
For He satisfies the longing soul,
And fills the hungry heart to make it whole.