Cecily Fryer

IF he I love were on the sea,

My God, how I would pray to Thee!

And now I know that I should pray,

With urgent tears, to Thee on high,

That Thou would’st call Thy storm away

Lest other women’s loved ones die;

And on my knees should supplicate

With all the strength that in me lies:

(For other women watch and wait

With anguish written in their eyes.)

Lord, show them pity evermore!

But I can neither weep nor pray,

For oh, my dear is safe ashore,

And I go singing all the day.