By sins and sorrows driven;
When tossed on life’s tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise and ocean rolls,
And all is drear—but heaven.
3 There faith lifts up the tearless eye,
The heart with anguish riven;
It views the tempest passing by,
Sees evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene—in heaven.
4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom,