Before the Royal he was kingly,
In the prison, noble, true;
In the tempest, mighty captain
Of a terror-stricken crew.Sunless days nor nights of blackness,
Prison chains—tempestuous wave.
Floundered ship nor deadly viper—
Feared he not the yawning grave.
"God's good angel stood beside me,
His I am and Him I serve,"
This the secret of his power—
Him from Right no power could swerve.