1 Would you behold the works of God, His wonders in the world abroad, Go with the mariners, and trace The unknown regions of the seas. 2 They leave their native shores behind, And seize the favour of the wind, Till God command, and tempests rise That heave the ocean to the skies. 3 Now to the heavens they mount amain, Now sink to dreadful deeps again; What strange affrights young sailors feel, And like a staggering drunkard reel! 4 When land is far, and death is nigh, Lost to all hope, to God they cry; His mercy hears the loud address, And sends salvation in distress. 5 He bids the winds their wrath assuage; The furious waves forget their rage; 'Tis calm; and sailors smile to see The haven where they wish'd to be. 6 O may the sons of men record The wondrous goodness of the Lord! Let them their private offerings bring, And in the church his glory sing. Psalm 107:5. Fourth Part. C. M. The Mariner's psalm. 1 Thy works of glory, mighty Lord, Thy wonders in the deeps, The sons of courage shall record Who trade in floating ships. 2 At thy command the winds arise, And swell the towering waves; The men astonish'd mount the skies And sink in gaping graves. 3 [Again they climb the watery hills, And plunge in deeps again; Each like a tottering drunkard reels, And finds his courage vain. 4 Frighted to hear the tempest roar, They pant with fluttering breath, And, hopeless of the distant shore, Expect immediate death.] 5 Then to the Lord they raise their cries, He hears the loud request, And orders silence thro' the skies, And lays the floods to rest. 6 Sailors rejoice to lose their fears, And see the storm allay'd: Now to their eyes the port appears; There let their vows be paid. 7 'Tis God that brings them safe to land; Let stupid mortals know That waves are under his command, And all the winds that blow, 8 O that the sons of men would praise The goodness of the Lord! And those that see thy wondrous ways, Thy wondrous love record. Psalm 107:6. Last Part. Colonies planted; or, Nations blest and punished. A psalm for New England. 1 When God, provok'd with daring crimes, Scourges the madness of the times, He turns their fields to barren sand, And dries the rivers from the land. 2 His word can raise the springs again, And make the wither'd mountains green, Send showery blessings from the skies, And harvests in the desert rise. 3 [Where nothing dwelt but beasts of prey, Or men as fierce and wild as they; He bids th' opprest and poor repair, And builds them towns and cities there. 4 They sow the fields, and trees they plant, Whose yearly fruit supplies their want: Their race grows up from fruitful stocks, Their wealth increases with their flocks. 5 Thus they are blest; but if they sin, He lets the heathen nations in, A savage crew invades their lands, Their princes die by barbarous hands. 6 Their captive sons, expos'd to scorn, Wander unpity'd and forlorn; The country lies unfenc'd, untill'd, And desolation spreads the field.