Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul(
As the swift seasons roll!
Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each suceeding
Year launch thee farther,
Thou ship of the great sea, for the vast
Ocean day
As the swift seasons roll!
Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each suceeding
Year launch thee farther,
Thou ship of the great sea, for the vast
Ocean day
Shall be thine endless dwelling place.