From the scenes of sense so fleeting,
From the tempest, wildly beating,
Lashing all the mighty ocean
Into billowy commotion;
Turn we, and with hearts of gladness,
Try to cheer earth's grief and sadness.
Fitting emblem seem the waters
Of earth's weary sons and daughters,
Who see our Father's loving-kindness
Slowly breaking through their blindness,
Lift their doubting eyes to Heaven,
Whence the blessed light is given.
