Praise for protecting mercy.
WHEN o’er the deep we rode,
By winds and storms assail’d;
We call’d upon the ocean’s God,
Whose mercy never fail’d.
2 The tempest heard his voice,
The winds obey’d his will;
The elements withheld their noise,
And all the ﬂoods were still.
3 With joy we hail’d the shore,
And safe the vessel moor’d;
With grateful hearts, that happy hour,
We praised the ocean’s Lord.
4 Thus, while o’er seas we roam,
Thy goodness, Lord, we see;
Though distant from our native home,—
We are not far from thee.
5 And when this life is past,
And we are call’d to die,
O may we see thy face at last
In realms beyond the sky.
6 Then, as we join the bands
Beyond the swelling wave,
We’ll praise thee with uplifted hands
And sing thy power to save.
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
Interestingly, this hymnal has a whole section of hymns for sailors. I'd never seen anything like that before…