They Who Toil Upon the Deep ST. GEORGE—Sir George Job Elvey They Who Toil Upon the Deep 1 They who toil upon the deep, And, in vessels light and frail, O’er the mighty waters sweep, With the billow and the gale, Mark what wonders God performs, When he speaks, and, unconfined, Rush to battle all his storms, In the chariots of the wind. 2 Up to heaven their bark is whirled, On the mountain of the wave; Down as suddenly ’tis hurled To the abysses of the grave; To and fro they reel—they roll,