Find the home where thy soul ne’er departs,
From temperate summer to winter cold.
If thou possess gallant and faithful heart,
Nor lose sovereignty, vigor, though old.
When a tempest struck with most heinous woe,
Upon humble low boughs thunders oft shook.
Follow the way, Oh pray the Lord doth show,
Till His blessing hath made heaven the book.
But after the sunset darkness will fall.
Look for bright stars shining over the bay.
With faith in Him thou shall always stand tall,
Love is roamer’s compass on a bleak day.
For those who have trust in thy love be strong,
To times in hope capture all dreams ere long!