Glad tidings far beyond thy native sea;—

Thy bounteous spirit compassed land and wave

To send redemption to the soil-bound slave!

But not to foreign realms and climes alone

Didst thou confine a Christian's sacred zeal;

With all a mother's fondness for thine own,

The deep devotion faith alone could feel,

'Twas thine the drooping penitent to cheer,

And wipe from sorrow's eyes the gushing tear!

And like the faithful saints and priests of old,

Thou with thy honoured partner didst go forth,

Exploring barren heath and mountain hold,

Far through the isles and highlands of the north,

To teach the Gospel in each rocky glen,

And bless with Scripture truths unlearned men!

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Thy zeal was felt along the rugged wild,

Heard round the hearth where pious maidens meet;

And matrons oft shall tell the rosy child,

Twining its wilding garlands at their feet,

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