Thank God, thou whining knave, on land!
But thank at sea, the steersman’s hand,
The captain’s voice above the gale,
Thank the good ship and ready sail.
“Come to thy God in time!”
Sad grew the boding chime,
“Come to thy God at last!”
Boomed heavy on the blast.
Up rose that sea, as if it heard
The mighty Master’s signal word.