I rise and raise my claspéd hands to Thee!

Henceforth, the darkness hath no part in me,

Thy sacrifice this day;

Abiding firm, and with a freeman's might

Stemming the waves of passion in the fight;--

Ah, should I from Thee stray,

My hoary head, Thy table where I bow,

Will be my shame, which are mine honour now.

Thus I set out;--LORD! lead me on my way!