Through dark, deep waters to the radiant shore,
Her warfare ended and the victory won.
"Her children, underneath her native skies,
Rise in the North, the South, the East, the West:
In Europe, Asia, Africa they rise,
Her sons and daughters, and pronounce her blessed.
"Oh for a zeal like hers, to never tire!
Oh for a faith like hers, to follow still
The cloud by day, by night the glowing fire,
That led her on to do her Father's will!"