The ribs and terrors in the whale, Arched over me a dismal gloom, While all God's sun-lit waves rolled by, And lift me deepening down to doom. I saw the opening maw of hell, With endless pains and sorrows there; Which none but they that feel can tell -- Oh, I was plunging to despair. In black distress, I called my God, When I could scarce believe him mine, He bowed his ear to my complaints -- No more the whale did me confine. With speed he flew to my relief, As on a radiant dolphin borne; Awful, yet bright, as lightning shone The face of my Deliverer God. My song for ever shall record That terrible, that joyful hour; I give the glory to my God, His all the mercy and the power. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FAIRIES OF THE CALDON LOW; A MIDSUMMER LEGEND by MARY HOWITT TWO AT A FIRESIDE by EDWIN MARKHAM SOLDIER: TWENTIETH CENTURY by ISAAC ROSENBERG SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 28. WATERLOO by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE UNKNOWN HAND by CLIFFORD BAX |