Voyagers! whence your last remove?
Why approach this sterile shore?
Stranger! leaving lands we love,
Came we here our God to adore.
Pilgrims! terrors throng your way;
Foes beset, on either hand!
Stranger! nothing can dismay
Hearts that seek this barren strand.
Pilgrims! dauntless though ye seem
Few and feeble yet ye are;
Stranger, they who trust in Him
Never of their cause despair.
Freedom's banner here shall wave;
Israel's helper here be known;
Myriads, o'er our peaceful grave,
Laud the work his hand hath done.
