I
I am the Sea, which God's controlling hand
Holds in command.
Subservient in seeming good or ill
To work His will.

II
Or if my voice in peace or pain be heard
I speak His word;
He shapes His purpose through world-wrack or rest
As seems Him best.

III
This globe-of his vast universe a part-
I am, thou art,
An atom, each, in the eternal plan
We may not scan.