O snatch me swift from these tempestuous scenes, To where life knows not what distraction means; To where religion, peace, and comfort dwell, And cheer, with heart-felt rays, my lonely cell; Yet if it please thee best, thou pow'r supreme, My bark to drive through life's more rapid stream, If low'ring storms my destined course attend, And ocean rages till my days shall end. Let ocean rage, let storms indignant roar, I bow submissive and resigned adore.