They That Traffic on the Sea

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.