Those who sail the sea in the ships,
Let their business known from their lips;
Praising the Lord what He can do,
On the open sea through and through.
The miracles done in sea depths,
Have been caused with so many deaths;
God speaks and the storm starts to blow,
The force of the wave starts to show.
The moon pulls higher on the tide,
Causing flooding on land inside;
Sailors on the ship rising high,
As the ship is tossed towards the sky.
They plunge into the depths below,
As the water over top did flow;
Their courage melted from their face,
They asked the Lord to shed His grace.
They reeled and staggered just like drunks,
Acting like a bunch of stoned punks;
And their sailor skills seemed useless,
While feeling a might distress.
So they cry out onto the Lord,
And hoping not to be ignored;
As they asked for the Lord to send,
An angel to guard till the end.
The Lord made the storm to calm down,
Before any of them might drown;
And the waves also became still,
No longer did the sea seem ill.
The sailors were glad the sea was calm,
Just as though God had waved His palm;
Then with that hand He used to guide,
Back into the harbor inside.