We were crowd­ed in the cabin,
Not a soul would dare to sleep,
It was mid­night on the wa­ters,
And storm was on the deep.

’Tis a fear­ful thing in win­ter,
To be shat­tered in the blast,
And to hear the rat­tling trum­pet,
Thunder, Cut away the mast.

So we shud­dered there in si­lence,
For the stout­est held his breath,
While the hun­gry sea was roar­ing,
And the break­ers talked with death.

As thus we sat in dark­ness,
Each one bu­sy in his pray­ers,
We are lost! the cap­tain shout­ed,
As he stag­gered down the stairs.

But his lit­tle daugh­ter whispered,
As she took his icy hand,
Isn’t God upo­n the ocean,
Just the same as on the land?

Then we kissed the lit­tle maid­en,
And we spoke in bet­ter cheer,
And we an­chored safe in har­bor,
Where the morn was shin­ing clear.