Land of winter, wind, and snow
Where penguins, seals, and sea abound,
Near cutting cliffs that mock the ground—
Marooned, despairing to be found—
Northward, now, I long to go.
Summer dawns and brings the key;
I see salvation’s ship of light!
It pulls ashore to end my plight;
I flee this fog of endless night. …
Now aboard, by faith, set free!
