Chapter VI: The Hymn of the Northern Pines

Sure--sure--sure--
Are the promises He hath spoken,
His word hath never been broken.
Pure--pure--pure--
Are the thoughts and the hearts of His chosen,
As crystals the North Wind hath frozen.
Strong--strong--strong--
Underneath are the arms everlasting;
On them our cares we are casting.
Long--long--long--
Have we sung of the life He doth give us--
His mercy and love shall outlive us.