The Sermon

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

 Ahab: "Nevermore!"