My God! on seas of storm and calm,
I pass the ocean o'er,
And sing to thee my thankful psalm.
Each evening nearer shore.
Thine is the storm, thine is the calm,
Wherever I may he;
And nothing shall my soul alarm
Upon the silent sea.
A voyager o'er a restless sea,
I pass to ports divine;
I know bright shores, all waiting me,
Beyond the horizon line.
I know, for. in the calm of prayer,
I've seen the fair skies glow,
And felt, through life's reluctant air.
Immortal breezes blow.
And often, as my spirit sings.
As calms succeed the gales.
Pair birds, with sunshine on their wings,
Drift past the restful sails.
When day declines, and thoughts of death
Come o'er me like a dream,
I dip my golden cup of faith
In life's celestial stream.
I have an everlasting home,
Or be it near or far;
My Lord is mine, whate'er may come,—
He is my Polar Star.
Steamship "Circassian."