There are few places that I love more than the seaside. There is something about sitting at the edge of the ocean that inspires – with beauty, with motion, with calm, with turmoil, with vastness, with every colour of blue one can imagine. The sound of water lapping gently or crashing ferociously against rocks. The movement and tides a constant reminder of this massive force that can sustain or threaten. Power on a level that is sometimes difficult to fully grasp.
This is a hymn about the sea. Written in 1860 by William Whiting who grew up on the coast of England and, at the age of thirty five, found himself in the midst of a terrible storm, the ship he was on nearly being claimed by the waters. These words are the result of that experience and were intended to provide comfort and reassurance in times of intense fear.
Eternal Father, strong to save, whose arm has bound the restless wave, Who told the mighty ocean deep its own appointed bounds to keep:
O hear us when we cry to thee for those who peril on the sea.
O Christ, whose voice the waters heard and hushed their raging at your word,
Who walked across the surging deep and in the storm lay calm in sleep:
O hear us when we cry to thee for those in peril on the sea.
Creator Spirit by whose breath were fashioned sea and sky and earth;
Who made the stormy chaos cease and gave us life and light and peace:
O hear us when we cry to thee for those in peril on the sea.
O Trinity of love and power, preserve their lives in danger’s hour:
From rock and tempest, flood and flame, protect them by your holy name,
And to your glory let there be glad hymns of praise from land and sea.
We seem to be living in a time of intense fear. A time of peril. It is not difficult to find stories of despair – for many, many reasons. We hear daily reports of wartime atrocities happening from all over our world. Increasingly obvious and frightening changes in our weather are being experienced by us all. The cost of living seems challenging for even the relatively comfortable, and impossible for those with less access to wealth. There are many, many things beyond ourselves that are causing fear – and leaving many of us wondering what we can possibly do in response.
These are big concerns, resulting in big questions and needing big answers. And when piled all together, quite overwhelming.
There is none among us that can provide all the answers. Or solve every problem. When I read the words to this hymn, I am reminded of that truth. There is a sort of sense of understanding that the sea is bigger than any one of us – a magnificent creation that is beyond our control and beyond our ability to fully understand. That there is something greater than ourselves that has created this enormous force. Something that can be relied upon to provide calm and boundaries and life and protection and peace for all who find themselves in peril.
Obviously the writer of these words was referring to God, Whiting’s context being that of an Anglican educator, and this remains a meaningful comfort to many. But I also think there is something to be found in the example of asking for help. O hear us when we cry. O hear us when we cry. O hear us when we cry. As in many of these hymn texts, I am struck by how a rethinking of the words can lead to understanding what action is required. When cries for help are wailed, what do we do?
There are many crying right now. Some out of desperation, some out of frustration. Some because of urgent needs. Some because of a desire to encourage and achieve change. Overwhelming.
And yet, when I read the final verse of this hymn, I find hope. There it is – love and power to preserve the lives in danger’s hour. We are called to be guided by the kind of love that preserves – conserves, protects, safeguards. What could be more relevant to the challenges we find ourself facing? It is applicable on every level – the near and far, the big and small. When we seek to offer a safe space, we do the work of peace building. Whether it is caring for a neighbour, providing a few groceries or simply a kind word, protesting an injustice or writing a political representative – or maybe something on an even larger scale. There are so many lives that need protection. So many living in the perils of the sea. And so many opportunities to use our arms to stave off the turbulence and offer calm moments of peace.
O hear them when they cry.