Admire Not Power Or The Lowest Shun

Guardian of my heart! I trust in thee, enrich my soul and quell my boastful pride; vastness surrounds me, beauty pure and wide let these calm waters fill the days that be. My Lord! My Protector! O! Faithful Sea! One last journey, may faith become my guide; my sails are drawn by cold relentless time this path thou gives, this path thou giveth free to teach man till a greater good is won. May I not repent useless in my grave or count my deeds when all amount to none though flesh is weak I know the spirit brave; admire not power or the lowest shun; love gives me strength the weakest then to save! In these bold waters I raise my arm to thee, My Lord! My Protector! O! Faithful Sea!