A S o'er the smiling face of the blue heaven,
The angry clouds in trouble sweep away;
By the remorseless winds all tempest-driven,
And hurrying from the brightness of the day.
So, on my soul, do sorrow and dismay,
And tracks of earthly suffering leave their mark;
But they too fly, and on my spirit dark,
Peace and religion shed their hallowing ray;
And o'er my faded hopes I cease to sigh,
Nor longer nurse the solitary tear;
For such sweet scenes are waiting me on high,
That my heart's trust is wean'd from resting here;
And springing far above life's troubled sea,
I look in rapture to Eternity.

A S o'er the smiling face of the blue heaven,
The angry clouds in trouble sweep away;
By the remorseless winds all tempest-driven,
And hurrying from the brightness of the day.
So, on my soul, do sorrow and dismay,
And tracks of earthly suffering leave their mark;
But they too fly, and on my spirit dark,
Peace and religion shed their hallowing ray;
And o'er my faded hopes I cease to sigh,
Nor longer nurse the solitary tear;
For such sweet scenes are waiting me on high,
That my heart's trust is wean'd from resting here;
And springing far above life's troubled sea,
I look in rapture to Eternity.