How are Thy servants blest, O Lord!
How sure is their defense!
Eternal wisdom is their guide,
their help Omnipotence.
In foreign realms and lands remote,
supported by thy care,
through burning climes they pass unhurt,
and breathe in tainted air.
And though in dreadful whirls they hang
high on the broken wave,
they know thou art not slow to hear,
nor impotent to save.
The storm is laid, the winds retire,
obedient to thy will;
the sea that roars at thy command,
at thy command is still.
In midst of dangers, fears and death,
thy goodness we'll adore;
and praise thee for thy mercies past,
and humbly hope for more
Our life, while thou preserv'st that life,
a sacrifice shall be;
and death, when death shall be our lot,
shall join our souls to thee.