That instant I was petrified, and almost turned to stone!
The angry elements roared aloud, and there I stood alone,
My limbs became quite rigid, the blood froze round my heart,
I struggled hard within my soul, yet I from this life must part.
While I was in this dreadful state, three visions came to me,
My poor mind was a wandering, far, far across the sea!
Satan there sat on his throne,—how I prayed to be forgiven,
And there appear’d beyond my reach, the beauteous plains of Heaven!
The Angels sang such beauteous songs, and praised the glorious sight,
I stood above the great abyss, and there beheld a sight,