All that we behold is full of blessings.
We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, When such are wanted.
Far from the world I walk, and from all care.
Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.
Great God! I'd rather be a Pagan.
A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard... Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.