What's that I see
Upon distant sea
In the center of the storm
A battered vessel with tattered sails
I can still view its saintly form.

So far from the shore
 Won't turn back anymore
The gale's in full force
The sails have been set
And the ship's still on course.

Fierce winds howl and blow
The boat's tossed to and fro
But the bulwark is strong
And the ship doesn't sink
Though the night is so dark and so long

The billows rage high
Lightnings bolt from the sky
How can this frail voyager stay afloat
Because the Master of the wind and the waves
Is there in the midst of the boat!

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