The Sermon

The ribs and terrors in the whale

Arched over me a dismal doom

While all God's sun-lit waves rolled by

And lift me deepening down to doom

I saw the opening maw of hell

With endless pains and sorrows there

Elich none but they that feel can tell

Oh I was plunging to despair

In black distress

I called my God

When I could scarce believe him mine

He bowed his ears to my complaint

No more the whale did me confine

With speed he flew to my relief

As on a radiant dolphin borne

Awful, yet bright, as lightning shone

The face of my deliverer God

My song forever shall record

That terrible, that joyful hour

I give the glory to my God

His all the mercy and the power