Me howling blasts drive devious, tempest-tossed, / Sails ripped, seams opening wide, and compass lost.

When tempest tossed, embrace chaos.

When tempest tossed, embrace chaos

Hear my soul speaks:
The very instant that I saw you did
My heart fly to your service, there resides
to make me slave to it, and for your sake
Am I this patient log-man.

For 'tis a truth well known to most, That whatsoever thing is lost We seek it, ere it come to light, In every cranny but the right

Then to the elements be free