The Sermon (Ahab)

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