O Pilgrims in a cockle frail Upon a perilous quest, Out of the old world making sail Into the golden west; Beyond the misty ocean veil Awaits a Vision blest! A simple little yeoman band, None of the rich or great, But stout of heart and strong of hand, The pioneers of fate; The patient builders of a land, The founders of a State! Your fragile bark adventuring Upon a fearful sea,— Awful the cargo that you bring; The seeds of destiny, Promise of future harvesting In sheaves of liberty. CHORUS OF WOMEN The peril of the frozen wave Our faith cannot betray; Mothers and maidens, be ye brave, And teach the babes to pray,— “Jehovah! Who art strong to save, Guide to Thy chosen Bay!” Famine and cold and fever come To meet us on the shore; Labor and want and sorrow, dumb For joys we see no more. O Lord, give hope in a new home; Strength for what lies before! Yea, though he slay with scourge forlorn, We trust Jehovah’s will. Although the pitying rows of corn Hide many a little hill Where lie our loved and newly-born; Our God is with us still. CHORUS OF MEN No snarling danger in its den Can make our courage quail; No prowling savage of the fen Will turn our color pale, Nor treachery of brother men Make our endeavor fail. With freedom are our furrows filled, To blossom in the spring. To freedom run the roads we build: “_Freedom!_” the gray walls sing. For FREEDOM is the word we willed Should through the ages ring! II. STRUGGLE PSALM _The Lord is my strength; of whom shall I be afraid? He hath brought me forth into a place of Liberty. Oh what great and sore troubles hast Thou showed me, And yet dost Thou quicken me again, Yea, and shalt bring me up again out of the deep. Thou hast tried me as silver is tried. The Lord will give strength to His people. The Lord will bless His people with peace._ THE CAPTAIN