How this will calm your wives' wild fears,

And give your stout hearts ease!

Hope's blue eyes gleam above the main,

Her lifted light will glow,

And sweep o'er the deep,

When the stormy winds do blow;

When the tempest rages loud and long,

And the stormy winds do blow.

II.

The spirit comfort gathers,

From schemes designed to save

Brave fellows, who have dared the deep,

Near home to find a grave.

See how o'er rock and quicksand fell,

The Electric ray doth glow,

And sweep o'er the deep,

While the stormy winds do blow;

While the tempest rages loud and long,

And the stormy winds do blow!

III.

Britannia needs as bulwarks

Light-towers along the steep,

To save her gallant sons from graves

Near home, though on the deep.

With levin as from Jovian hand

She'll light the floods below,

As they roar on the shore,

When the stormy winds do blow;

When the tempest rages loud and long,

And the stormy winds do blow.

IV.

The Mariners of England

Glad eyes shall shoreward turn

In danger's night. Behold, brave hearts,

Where the Star of Hope doth burn!

Science, tired by Humanity,

Their grateful song shall flow

To the fame of your name,

When the storm has ceased to blow;

When the storm is o'er, and they're safe ashore,

Thanks to Hope's beacon-glow!