Roll on, though migh­ty ocean!
And, as thy bil­lows flow,
Bear mes­sen­gers of mer­cy
To ev­ery land below.
Arise, ye gales, and waft them
Safe to the des­tined shore;
That man may sit in dark­ness,
And death’s black shade no more.

O Thou eter­nal Rul­er,
Who hold­est in Thine arm
The tem­pests of the ocean,
Protect them from all harm!
Thy pre­sence, Lord, be with them,
Wherever they may be;
Though far from us who love them,
Still let them be with Thee.