Oh bring them safe across the wave
Despite the whirlpool, storms and squalls.
The prayers and sobs from broken hearts
Will follow as thy course is run.
This prayer eternal, to heaven will rise—
“Thy will, not mine, Oh, God, be done.”
Leviathan, thou ship of state,
Sail on, sail on victorious.
Crush thou the tools of hate,
Come back with honors glorious