Leviathan, thou noble ship,

Thou mighty monarch of the seas,

May thy stalwart form and mighty force

War’s desolating horrors ease.

We view the grandeur of thy bulk,

And gaze with wonder and with awe

At thy great magnitude and might

Which surpass visions we foresaw.

As now in peaceful anchor held,

The waves caress thy sturdy bow:

The ocean flirts and beckons thee

To sail away, away—and now

She lures thee with her shining crest,

But couldst thou see beneath the wave

The yawning jaws of cavern greed

From which a God alone can save.

She’ll lure thee out into her midst,

Then tantalize with storm and gale,

But these mere trifles bring no fear

As ever on you sail.

But deep within her somber soul

There lie devices born of hate,

In traitorous hearts and crafty minds

Hell’s strategies they propagate.

And will these mechanisms harm?

Will bomb or shot e’er rend thy bark?

Will cries of horrors fill the air

As dangers peer from ocean dark?

There is but One who knows thy fate;

Within the hollow of His hand

Thy safety lies. You can but wait

And place thy trust in Beulah Land.

We trust thee, ship, we give our sons

By thousands. Will they fill thy halls?

Oh bring them safe across the wave

Despite the whirlpool, storms and squalls.

The prayers and sobs from broken hearts

Will follow as thy course is run.

This prayer eternal, to heaven will rise—

“Thy will, not mine, Oh, God, be done.”

Leviathan, thou ship of state,

Sail on, sail on victorious.

Crush thou the tools of hate,

Come back with honors glorious

And bring with thee eternal peace.

Peace with honor, without stain,

And wear the crown “LEVIATHAN,”

Queen of the ocean’s vast domain.