1 Heave, mighty ocean, heave!
And blow, thou boisterous wind!
Onward we swiftly glide, and leave
Our home and friends behind.

2 Away, away we steer,
Upon the ocean's breast;
And dim the distant heights appear,
Like clouds along the west.

3 There is a loneliness
Upon the mighty deep;
And hurried thoughts upon us press,
As onward still we sweep.

4 But there is hope and joy,
Wherever we may be;
Danger nor death can e'er destroy
Our trust, O God, in Thee!

5 Then wherefore should we grieve
Or what have we to fear?
Though home and friends and life we leave,
Our God is ever near.

6 Sweep, mighty ocean, sweep!
Ye winds, blow foul or fair!
Our God is with us on the deep,
Our home is everywhere.