With steady course, while yet ’tis day;
While thou art sleeping on the ground,
Danger and darkness gather round;
Haste, traveler, haste!
3 The rising tempest sweeps the sky;
The rains descend, the winds are high;
The waters swell, and death and fear
Beset thy path; no refuge near:
Haste, traveler, haste!
4 Haste, while a shelter you may gain—