GOD BLESS MY BOY AT SEA.
The waves were beating on the shore, the rain was falling fast;
The beacon light upon the rock shone bright amid the blast.
Within the fisher's lonely cot the hearth-fire danced in glee,
And there a weeping mother prayed, "God bless my boy at sea,"
And there a weeping mother prayed, "God bless my boy at sea."
All night the warring of the waves was loud along the shore,
And many a sailor lad afar, came to his home no more.
And still the mother watched And prayed: ' My trust I place in Thee,
And if it be Thy holy will, O! bless my boy at sea!
And if it be Thy holy will, O! bless my boy at sea!"
The morning dawned in rosy light, the winds were lulled to rest;
The waves were rocking peacefully, as on a mother's breast.
Safe home to me! safe home to me! I knew whate'er would be,
That God would heed my earnest prayer, and bless my boy at sea!
That God would heed my earnest prayer, And bless my boy at sea!