Hymn at Sea
Pocahontas and Other Poems
God of the ever-rolling deep,Our Father and our trust,Who bidd'st its mighty billows sweepAround the born of dust,
Who bidd'st it towering o'er them raiseIts everlasting walls,Yet giv'st them slumber calm and sweet,As in their native halls,
God of the strong, unfathom'd tide,Whose pavement dark and drear,The wrecks of human power and pride,Awake our trembling fear,
O grant us, as the lonely doveUnto the ark did flee,Mid the hoarse tumult of the wavesTo rest secure in Thee.