They left not home to cross the briny sea, Trophies of art's rich power in ages long gone by. Nor did their fancy nurse the gentle dream To worship HER, forgetful of th' offence The brooklet's murmur, or the cataract's fall, But wakened thoughts of Him whose word had formed them all. For they went forth as followers of the Lamb, To exalt humility, to humble pride, To still the passions' stormy strife within, Through wisdom from above immortal souls to win ;— To publish unto those who sat in night And death's dark shadow, tidings of glad things ;How unto them the gospel's cheering light Was risen, with life and healing on its wings; How He, the Lord of glory, King of kings, Their souls to save from sin's enthralling yoke, Had left those realms where harps of golden strings, By seraphs touched, in heavenly music spoke, And by his mighty power their chains of bondage broke,— How he for them upon the cross had died, And poured his blood to cleanse their guilt away,That, plunged beneath its sin-effacing tide, Their spirits, made no more the spoiler's prey, Might stand before Him, clothed in white array, The Saviour's ransomed and redeemed among, Who worship in His presence night and day, And join in that "innumerable throng" Who raise thanksgiving's psalm, salvation's joyful song. Such was their errand! What though they might fare Or "lonely pilgrims, as their fathers were?" For He who sent them forth at times would "A rock's vast shadow in that weary land," Or give them, in the riches of his love, prove To drink the way-side brook, and lift their hopes above. Nobly, as followers of the Nazarene, Did CAREY, MARSHMAN, WARD, perform their part; And by degrees the blessed fruits were seen In many a contrite and converted heart; Fruits which might cause unbidden tears to start From eyes unused to weep; because they told Faith was their pole-star, and God's word their chart; Even that faith, more precious far than gold, That word of promise sure, whose truths are manifold. Amply were these fulfilled! the chains of caste Were broken; languages and tongues made one; That mighty power, THE PRESS, its influence vast Lent to the cause, that "they who read, might run ;" And, more to spread the kingdom of his Son, In simple zeal for Him whose praise they sought, Thus, many a solitary place made glad, The wilderness forgot its earlier doom; The joyful desert, with new beauty clad, Rivalled the rose in its luxuriant bloom ; Thy glory, Lebanon! was given for gloom, To those who sat in darkness and in night; And they who in the shadow of the tomb Before had slept, beheld the radiance bright Of that arising Sun whose beams are life and light. Such was their recompense, whose arduous toil Had spread through heathen lands Jehovah's name ; Tarriers at home divided, too, the spoil, Their aim, their object, and their hopes the same; Nor less to be revered their humble fame, Though less conspicuously such may have striven, Who fanned at home the missionary flame, Whose frequent prayers were like the hidden leaven, As by their household hearths they built their hopes in heaven. Hence SUTCLIFF'S, FULLER's names are justly dear, RYLAND and PEARCE in many a heart inshrined; With equal zeal and love they laboured here, All in one work of love to all combined ! Though Paul may plant, Apollos water, still,— The blessing is the Lord's-the increase, of his will. To Him, then, be the glory! All renown That so thy kingdom come, thy will on earth be done! Raise up, and send forth, yet, to heathen lands Those who shall spread thy name through every clime! And oh, may prayerful hearts and holy hands, At home uplifted, aid, from time to time, To banish error, ignorance, and crime; Till every tongue confess, and bend each knee; And, in the words of prophecy sublime, Even as the waters cover the wide sea, Earth may itself be filled with knowledge, Lord, of thee! |