O’er the wandering Hebrew’s head.
2.
Westward still, the world alluring,
Hath the risen Day-Star beamed,
And, the sinking soul assuring,
O’er the world’s wide ocean streamed.
Westward still, the midnight breaking,
Westward still, its light be poured!
Heathen thy possession making,
Utmost lands thy dwelling, Lord!