1. The ribs and terrors in the whale,
Arched over me a dismal gloom,
While all God's sun-lit waves rolled by,
And lift me deepening down to doom.
2. I saw the opening maw of hell,
With endless pains and sorrows there;
Which none but they that feel can tell —
Oh, I was plunging to despair.
3. In black distress, I called my God,
When I could scarce believe him mine,
He bowed his ear to my complaints —
No more the whale did me confine.
4. 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.
5. My song for ever shall record
That terrible, that joyful hour;
I give the glory to my God,
His all the mercy and the power.
|First Line:||The ribs and terrors in the whale|
|Title:||The ribs and terrors in the whale|
|Author:||Herman Melville (1851?)|
|Topic:||God the Savior|
|Source:||Moby-Dick, or the Whale, ch. 9|