Roll forth, my song, like the rushing river

That sweeps along to the mighty sea;

God will inspire me while I deliver

My soul to thee!

Tell thou the world, when bones lie whitening

Amid the last homes of youth and eld,

That there once was one whose veins ran lightning

No eye beheld.

Tell how his boyhood was one drear night-hour,

How shone for him, through his griefs and gloom,