But if we are faithful, joy will come with the morrow,
And with the blood-washed a new song shall we sing.
"HE SHALL DWELL ON HIGH"
(Isaiah 33:16)
Tossed about in strange commotion
Like the surface of the ocean
When the wind, its waters lashing,
Sends great billows, roaring, dashing
O'er the breakers, which for ages