Seamen

They roam where danger dwells,Where blasts impetuous sweep,Where sleep the dead in watery cellsBeneath the faithless deep,Where tempests threaten loudTo whelm the shipwreck'd form;Show them a sky that hath no cloud,A port above the storm.

Beyond the Sabbath-bell,Beyond the house of prayer,Where deafening surges madly swellTheir trackless course they dare;Give them the Book Divine,That full and perfect chart,That beacon 'mid the foaming brine,That pilot of the heart.

Where guilt with aspect bold,And fierce temptations reign,Their wild and unwarn'd course they hold,Amid a heathen train,Give them the Gospel's power,Like pole-star o'er the sea,That when life's fleeting voyage is o'erHeaven may their haven be.