The Northern Star

The rushing winds around us sweep,

The storms about us roar,

And we—we skim the foaming deep,

A thousand miles from shore.

Fierce o'er the wave the tempests ride,

And far from land are we,

Star of the North! with none to guide,

But Providence and thee!

When o'er our deck the billows dash,

And howls the rushing blast,

When from afar the thunder-flash

Has split our gallant mast;

When darkness deep has veiled the sky,

Star ofthe troubled sea!

The sailor turns his anxious eye

Confidingly to thee.

One beam of thine, O welcome star!

The seaman's beacon light,

Cheers his lone heart, when wandering far

In danger's lowering night.

Fierce o'er the deep the whirlwinds ride,

Far, far from land are we,

Star of the North! with none to guide,

But Providence and thee!