God bless the
sailors brave to-night
Upon the
surging sea,
Who're fighting
hard against the storm,
Protecting you
and me.
The lightning
flash, the thunder peals,
The surging
billows roll;
'Tis then the
sailor's work begins—
The boat they
must control.
Oh, raging sea,
why not be still?
Oh, lightning,
thunder, cease!
Oh, mighty
storm, why not be calm?
Oh, why not
hold thy peace?
Lord, calm
again this raging sea,
If it's Thy
holy will;
Pray let me
hear Thy loving voice
Say to the
wind, "Be still!"
James Ephraim
McGirt (1874-1930)
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