One effort more, my altar this bleak sand; That Thou O God my life hast lighted, With ray of light, steady, ineffable, vouchsafed of Thee, Light rare untellable, lighting the very light, Beyond all signs, descriptions, languages; For that O God, be it my latest word, here on my knees, Old, poor, and paralyzed, I thank Thee.

My terminus near, The clouds already closing in upon me, The voyage balk’d, the course disputed, lost, I yield my ships to Thee.

My hands, my limbs grow nerveless, My brain feels rack’d, bewilder’d, Let the old timbers part, I will not part, I will cling fast to Thee, O God, though the waves buffet me, Thee, Thee at least I know.