’Tis unseen by mortal eyes.
4 Yes, unseen—but still believe me,
Such a guide my steps attends;
He’ll in every strait relieve me,
He from every harm defends.
5 Pilgrim! see that stream before thee!
Darkly winding through the vale;
Should its deadly waves roll o’er thee,
Would not then thy courage fail?
6 No, that stream has nothing frightful;