What though the tempest loudly roars, I hear the truth; it liveth.
What though the darkness round me close, songs in the night it giveth.
No storm can shake my inmost calm, while to this rock I'm clinging.
Since love is Lord of heaven and earth, how can I keep from singing?
When tyrants tremble when they hear the bells of freedom ringing,
When friends rejoice both far and near, how can I keep from singing?
In prison cell and dungeon vile, our thoughts to them are winging.
When friends by shame are undefiled, how can I keep from singing?