How are thy servants blest, O Lord!

How sure is their defense!

Eternal Wisdom is their guide,

Their help, Omnipotence.

2 In foreign realms, and lands remote,

Supported by thy care,

Through burning climes they pass unhurt,

And breathe in tainted air.

3 When by the dreadful tempest borne

High on the broken wave,

They know thou art not slow to hear,

Nor impotent to save.

4 The storm is laid, the winds retire,

Obedient to thy will;

The sea, that roars at thy command,

At thy command is still.

5 In midst of dangers, fears and deaths,

Thy goodness I’ll adore;

I’ll praise thee for thy mercies past,

And humbly hope for more.