Sailor.Amid our happy concourse there was seen
A father and his little family,
And the fair partner of his joys and griefs,
The mother of his children. While they gazed
Upon the wide expanse, their bosoms heaved
With admiration for His mighty works
Who rules the fearful sea. They thanked and trusted.
Stranger.All thank and trust, who know the God they trust in.
Sailor.Among them was a fair-haired rosy boy
Who hugged his father’s knee; his little hands