No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven’s glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from Fear. O God within my breast, Almighty, ever-present Deity! Life–that in me hast rest, As I–Undying Life–have power in Thee! Vain are the thousand creeds That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds Or idlest froth amid the boundless main, To waken doubt in one Holding so fast by Thine infinity; So surely anchored on The steadfast rock of immortality. With wide-embracing love Thy Spirit animates eternal years,