Last night a spooky wind blew

And for the first time in about two years my sleep was troubled and broken. At four in the morning I fended off the possibility of evil spirits by trying to recall as much of this as I could; stripped of its christian underpinnings and invoking various sea-entities in a way that could only make sense in those timeless, seemingly endless pre-dawn hours:

Something something, strong to save,
Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,
Who bidd'st the mighty ocean deep
Its own appointed limits keep;
Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
For those in peril on the sea!

O Christ! Whose voice the waters heard
And hushed their raging at Thy word,
Who walked'st on the foaming deep,
And calm amidst its rage didst sleep;
Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
For those in peril on the sea!

Most something Spirit! Who didst brood
Upon the chaos dark and rude,
And bid its angry tumult cease,
And give, for wild confusion, peace;
Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
For those in peril on the sea!

O something something love and power!
Our brethren shield in danger's hour;
From rock and tempest, fire and foe,
Protect them wheresoe'er they go;
Thus evermore shall rise to Thee
Something something something sea.

Uncannily but unsurprisingly, before leaving work today, a colleague, a former naval officer, sang a brief snippet of this same hymn, wrongly citing it as "Abide with Me".