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...IDYLLS OF THE KING: TO THE QUEEN by ALFRED TENNYSON THE UNSEEN WORLD by CRAVEN LANGSTROTH BETTS MASKS OF DEATH by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN IN FREIBURG STATION by RUPERT BROOKE BLANK MISGIVINGS OF A CREATURE MOVING ABOUT IN WORLDS NOT REALIZED: 8 by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH NEVER-TO -BE by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE |