825. L. M. C. Wesley. |They that go down to the sea in ships.|
1 Lord of the wide extended main! Whose power the winds and seas controls, Whose hand doth earth and heaven sustain, Whose spirit leads believing souls;
2 Throughout the deep thy footsteps shine; We own thy way is in the sea, O'erawed by majesty divine, And lost in thine immensity!
3 Infinite God! thy greatness spanned These heavens, and meted out the skies; Lo' in the hollow of thy hand The measured waters sink and rise.
4 Thee to perfection who can tell? Earth and her sons beneath thee lie, Lighter than dust within thy scale, And less than nothing in thine eye.