O'er Hermon's rugged rocks and deserts dear:
E'en there Thy hand shall guide my lonely way,
There Thy remembrance shall my spirit cheer.
"In rapid floods the vernal torrents roll,
Harsh sounding cataracts responsive roar;
Thine angry billows overwhelm my soul,
And dash my shatter'd bark from shore to shore.
"Yet Thy sure mercies ever in my sight,
My heart shall gladden through the tedious day;