O God! Preserve the Mariner.
Copied by permission of Firth, Pond, & Co., 547 Broadway, publishers of the music.
O God! preserve the mariner,
When o’er the troubled deep
The rolling thunder-lightning flash,
And howling tempests sweep;
When like a reed the tall mast shakes,
And human art is vain,
O God! restore the mariner
To home, dear home again.
The sailor’s wife sinks down to rest,
But dreams disturb her sleep,
She starts to hear the hollow wind,
And turns aside to weep;
She clasps her baby, and she prays,
Through tears, like falling rain,
“O God! restore the mariner,
To home, dear home again.”
The widow for her darling child,
Her bosom’s only joy,
Invokes the Power that rules the storm,
For blessings on her boy.
When ruin lurketh in the cloud,
And death sweeps o’er the main,
O God! restore the mariner,
To home, dear home again.