Here, the tempest darkly gathers,
But our hearts within us say—
Yonder, over the rolling river, etc.
3 Here, our souls are often fearful,
Of the pilgrim’s lurking foe;
But the Lord is our defender,
And he tells us we may know,
Yonder, over the rolling river, etc.
4 Here, our shadowed homes are transient,
And we meet the stranger’s frown;