Of all thy glorious gifts to man,
The noblest, and the best!
When I am idling in the way,
And danger stalks abroad,
It thunders in my startled ear—
“Prepare to meet thy God!”
Whene’er I stray, its beacon light
Shines through the gloom afar;
And when I turn the other way,
’Tis there—my polar star!