Hail! Holy Faith, On Life'S Wide Ocean Toss'D, I See Thee Sit Calm In Thy Beaten Bark; As Noah Sat, Throned In His High-Borne Ark, Secure And Fearless While A World Was Lost! In Vain Contending Storms Thy Head Enzone, Thy Bosom Shrinks Not From The Bolt That Falls: The Dreadful Shaft Plays Harmless, Nor Appals Thy Stedfast Eye, Fix'D On Jehovah'S Throne! E'En Though Thou Saw'St The Mighty Fabric Nod, Of System'D Worlds, Thou Hear'St A Sacred Charm, Graved On Thy Heart, To Shelter Thee From Harm. And Thus It Speaks:--"Thou Art My Trust, O God! And Thou Canst Bid The Jarring-Powers Be Still, Each Ponderous Orb, Subservient To Thy Will!"