Mailed in truth and strong in hand,
He’ll bring us to the Promised Land.
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!
The ship of state, with tattered sail,
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!
Is madly driving ’fore the gale,
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!
He’ll soon repair her crippled form,
And bring her safely through the storm.