They that traf­fic on the sea,
While un­ceas­ing watch they keep,
See Je­ho­vah’s ma­jes­ty
And His won­ders in the deep;
For He bids the storm-wind fly,
Lifting ocean’s waves on high.

By the bil­lows heav’n­ward tossed,
Down to dread­ful depths again,
Troubled much, their cour­age lost,
Reeling, they like drunk­en men
Find their skill and pow­er o’er­thrown;
None can save but God alone.

To Je­ho­vah then they cry
In their trou­ble, and He saves,
Drives the dark­ness from the sky,
Calms the storm and stills the waves,
Makes their sad fore­bod­ings cease,
To their ha­ven guides in peace.

Sons of men, awake to praise
God the Lord who reigns above,
Gracious in His works and ways,
Wondrous in re­deem­ing love;
Praise Him where the peo­ple meet,
Praise Him in the el­der’s seat.