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Whilst some the song to chiefs and patriots raise,
With nobler zeal, I loftier Spirits praise;
Men who to please their Maker and proclaim
To nations sunk in night a Saviour's name,
Have left the land where pleasure sits and smiles,
Joyous have left e'en Britain, Queen of Isles;—
Friends, home, contentment, all that life endears,
Freely renounced for anguish, toil, and tears;
Endured the scorching waste, the raging flood,
While fearless on the Rock of Faith they stood.
With nobler zeal, I loftier Spirits praise;
Men who to please their Maker and proclaim
To nations sunk in night a Saviour's name,
Have left the land where pleasure sits and smiles,
Joyous have left e'en Britain, Queen of Isles;—
Friends, home, contentment, all that life endears,
Freely renounced for anguish, toil, and tears;
Endured the scorching waste, the raging flood,
While fearless on the Rock of Faith they stood.
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