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The ribs and terrors in the whale |
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Arched over me a dismal doom |
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While all God's sun-lit waves rolled by |
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And lift me deepening down to doom |
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I saw the opening maw of hell |
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With endless pains and sorrows there |
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Elich none but they that feel can tell |
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Oh I was plunging to despair |
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In black distress |
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I called my God |
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When I could scarce believe him mine |
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He bowed his ears to my complaint |
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No more the whale did me confine |
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With speed he flew to my relief |
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As on a radiant dolphin borne |
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Awful, yet bright, as lightning shone |
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The face of my deliverer God |
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My song forever shall record |
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That terrible, that joyful hour |
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I give the glory to my God |
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His all the mercy and the power |
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Ahab: "Nevermore!" |
