And placid lay the sea.
“Praise ye the Lord,” the leader called;
“Praise ye the Lord,” spake he.
Concert. “Give thanks to God with fervent lips,
Give thanks to God to-day.”
The anthem rose from all the ships,
Safe moored in Boston Bay.
Solo. That psalm our fathers sung we sing,
That psalm of peace and wars,
While o’er our heads unfolds its wing,