Mar sin ged ghluaist’ an talamh trom, cha-n aobhar eagal duinn:
Ged thilgeadh fòs na sleibhte mòr’ am builsgein fairg’ is tuin

(Therefore, although the earth remove, we will not be afraid:
Though hills amidst the seas be cast)

Na h-uisgeacha le beucaich bhuirb, ged rachadh thar a cheil’:
Le’n ataireachd ged bhiodh air chrith na beanntan àrd’ gu leir

(Though waters roaring make, And troubled be; yea, though the hills
By swelling seas do shake)

Ta amhainn ann, le ’sruthaibh sèimh, ni cathair Dhe ro-ait;
Fior-àite naomh an ti a’s àird’, am bheil sior-chòhnuidh aig

(There is a river, the streams whereof shall make glad the city of God
The holy place of the tabernacles of the most High)