Can I doubt when I remember how the sea was cleft in twain,
And, a wall of waters rising, left a valley in the main
That Thy people might pass over on the golden-sanded path,
So to sing their song of triumph, safe from the pursuer's wrath?
"Can I fear when I remember Thou didst feed them day by day,
With thy manna, that like hoarfrost round the tents of Israel lay;
In the wilderness wast with them till their tarriance was o'er,
Sweetened Marah's bitter fountain, opened Horeb's rock-bound door?
Nay, Thy power and might, as ever, all omnipotent shall be:
'Rock of Ages,' what can move me if I lean my soul on Thee?"