2 Tossed on time’s rude, relentless surges,
Calmly, composed, and dauntless stand;
For lo! beyond those scenes emerges
The hights that bound the promised land.
Behold! behold! the land is nearing,
Where the wild sea-storm’s rage is o’er;
Hark! how the heavenly hosts are cheering;
See in what throngs they range the shore!
3 Cheer up! cheer up! the day breaks o’er thee,
Bright as the summer’s noontide ray,