This World is all a fleeting Show.

Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea!

Jehovah has triumph'd,—his people are free.

Sound the loud Timbrel.

As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean

Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see,

So deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion,

Unheard by the world, rises silent to Thee.

As still to the star of its worship, though clouded,

The needle points faithfully o'er the dim sea,