O Lord, be with us when we sail
Upon the lone­ly deep,
Our guard, when on the si­lent deck
The mid­night watch we keep.

We need not fear, though all around
’Mid ris­ing winds we hear
The mul­ti­tude of wa­ters surge;
For Thou, O God, art near.

The calm, the breeze, the gale, the storm,
That pass from land to land,
All, all are Thine, are held with­in
The hol­low of Thy hand.

If du­ty calls from threat­ened strife
To guard our na­tive shore,
And shot and shell are an­swer­ing
The boom­ing can­non’s roar,

Be Thou the main­guard of our host,
Till war and dan­gers cease;
Defend the right, put up the sword,
And through the world make peace.

Across this trou­bled tide of life
Thyself our pi­lot be,
Until we reach that bet­ter land,
The land that knows no sea.

To Thee the Fa­ther, Thee the Son,
Whom earth and sky ad­ore,
And Spir­it mov­ing on the deep,
Be praise for­ev­er­more.