Tossed on the Wide, Tempestuous Sea

Tossed on the wide tem­pes­tu­ous sea

With nu­mer­ous wants op­pressed

How wel­come must the har­bor be

Of safe­ty and of rest!

Such is the world of bliss to those

Who shall an en­trance find;

There storms and tem­pests

fears and foes

No more dis­tress the mind.

There saints

nor sin nor sor­row know

But taste un­min­gled love;

All that they wished or hoped be­low

They now en­joy ab­ove.