Hark! the alarm, the clang of the bells!
Signal of danger, it rises and swells;
Flashes like lightning illumine the sky,
See the red glare as the flames mount on high.
Roll on, roll on, O billow of fire!
Dash, with thy fury-waves higher and higher;
Ours is a mansion abiding and sure;
Ours is a kingdom eternal, secure.
Oh, like a fiend in its towering wrath,
On, and destruction alone points the path;
Mercy, O Heaven, the sufferers wail,
Feeble humanity naught can avail.
Thousands are homeless, and quick to their cry,
Heaven-born charity yields a supply;
Upward we glance in our terrible grief,
Give us this day, brings the promised relief.
Treasures have vanished, and riches have flown,
Hopes for the earth-life are blasted and gone;
Courage, O brother yield not to despair:
God is our refuge, His kingdom we share.