Classic Poem

Eternal Lord! whose power
Can calm the heaving ocean,
Exalted Thou,
Yet gracious bow;
Accept our warm devotion.

For thee our all we leave,
Nor drop a tear of sadness;
As on we glide,
Be thou our guide,
And fill our hearts with gladness.

We go 'mid pagan gloom
To spread the truth victorious;
Thy spirit send,
Thy word attend,
And make its triumph glorious.

And when our toils are done,
Smooth thou the dying pillow,
O bring us blest
To endless rest,
Safe o'er death's troubled billow!