Not many years their rounds shall roll 
Each moment brings it nigh 
And all your glories stand revealed 
To our admiring eye 
You wills of nature speed your course, 
You mortal powers decay 
Fast as you bring the night of death 
You bring eternal day 

You weary heavy-laden souls 
Who are oppressed sore 
You travelers through the wilderness 
To Canaan's peaceful shore 
Through beating winds and chilly rains, 
And waters deep and cold 
And enemies surrounding you 
Have courage and be bold 

The storms and hurricanes arise 
The desert all around 
And fiery serpents oft appear 
Through the enchanted ground 
Dark night and clouds and gloomy fear 
And dragons often roar 
But when the gospel [bad word] we hear 
We'll press for Canaan's shore