O That the Race of Men Would Raise

O that the race of men would raise

Their voic­es to their heav’n­ly king

And with the sac­ri­fice of praise

The glo­ries of Je­ho­vah sing!

Ye na­vi­gat­ors of the sea

Your course on ocean’s tides who keep

And there Je­ho­vah’s won­ders see

His won­ders in the bri­ny deep!

He speaks; con­flict­ing whirl­winds fly;

The waves in swell­ing tor­rents flow;

They mount

as­pire to Heav­en on high;

They sink

as if to hell be­low:

Their souls with ter­ror melt away;

They stag­ger as if drunk with wine

Their skill is vain

to Thee they pray;

O

save them

En­er­gy di­vine!

He stays the storm; the waves sub­side;

Their hearts with rap­ture are in­spired;

Soft breez­es waft them o’er the tide

In glad­ness

to their port de­sired:

O that man­kind the song would raise

Jehovah’s good­ness to pro­claim!

Assembled na­tions shout His praise

Assembled el­ders bless His name!