O Nursed with Dionysius, doomed to keep
Thy dwelling in the widely spreading deep;
With joyful aspect to my prayer incline,
Propitious come, and bless the rites divine;
Thy mystics through earth and sea attend,
And from old Ocean’s stormy waves defend:
For ships their safety ever owe to thee,
Who wanders with them through the raging sea.
Come, guardian power, whom mortal tribes desire,
And far avert the deep’s destructive ire.