I’ll sing of his might to redeem,—
Of the Rock that is higher than I:
I’ll triumph o’er death and the grave,
The proud legions of darkness defy—
The foam my firm foot shall just lave
On the Rock that is higher than I.
When far o’er all grief I ascend
To the souls who survive every shock,
Whose path that sweet stream did attend
Which flowed forth from their famed smitten Rock: