While o'er the deep Thy servants sail, Send Thou, O Lord, the prosperous gale; And on their hearts, where'er they go, Oh, let Thy heavenly breezes blow. If on the morning's wings they fly, They will not pass beyond Thine eye: The wanderer's prayer Thou bend'st to hear, And faith exults to know Thee near. When in the tempting port they ride, Oh, keep them safe at Jesus' side! If life's wide ocean smile or roar, Still guide them to the heavenly shore; And grant their dust in Christ may sleep, Abroad, at home, or in the deep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CRADLE SONG by PADRAIC COLUM RUINED CHURCH by F. W. BATESON THE TREE OF LIFE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES NEW ENGLAND'S GROWTH by WILLIAM BRADFORD THE NORTH AND THE SOUTH; LAST POEM, ROME, MAY, 1861 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |