Though thunder roll and lightning play and angry storm clouds gather
My ship is steady on its way, I will not fear the weather.
Though densest fog and darkest night may try to stop my seeing,
I have the harbor in my sight, I know it in my being.
Though reefs may rise and sharks may bite and shades around me steal,
The port is near — I see the light, my soul holds hard the wheel.
Sing, earth and stars, your song to me and I will hear you singing
And I will find a friendly breeze to take me homeward winging.