The ribs and terrors in the whale,
Arched over me a dismal gloom,
While all God's sunlit waves rolled by,
And left me deepening down to doom.
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.
In black distress, I called my God,
When I could scarce belive Him mine,
He bowed his ear to my complaints -
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 for ever shall record
That terrible, that joyful hour;
I give the glory to my God,
His all the mercy and the power.
Herman Melville (1819-1891)
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