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LOUGH vessel plough the British main	A
Seek the free ocean's wider plain	A
Leave English scenes and English skies	B
Unbind dissever English ties	B
Bear me to climes remote and strange	C
Where altered life fast following change	C
Hot action never ceasing toil	D
Shall stir turn dig the spirit's soil	D
Fresh roots shall plant fresh seed shall sow	E
Till a new garden there shall grow	F
Cleared of the weeds that fill it now	E
Mere human love mere selfish yearning	G
Which cherished would arrest me yet	H
I grasp the plough there's no returning	G
Let me then struggle to forget	H
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But England's shores are yet in view	I
And England's skies of tender blue	I
Are arched above her guardian sea	J
I cannot yet Remembrance flee	J
I must again then firmly face	K
That task of anguish to retrace	K
Wedded to home I home forsake	L
Fearful of change I changes make	L
Too fond of ease I plunge in toil	D
Lover of calm I seek turmoil	D
Nature and hostile Destiny	J
Stir in my heart a conflict wild	M
And long and fierce the war will be	J
Ere duty both has reconciled	M
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What other tie yet holds me fast	N
To the divorced abandoned past	N
Smouldering on my heart's altar lies	B
The fire of some great sacrifice	O
Not yet half quenched The sacred steel	P
But lately struck my carnal will	Q
My life long hope first joy and last	N
What I loved well and clung to fast	N
What I wished wildly to retain	A
What I renounced with soul felt pain	A
What when I saw it axe struck perish	R
Left me no joy on earth to cherish	R
A man bereft yet sternly now	E
I do confirm that Jephtha vow	E
Shall I retract or fear or flee	J
Did Christ when rose the fatal tree	J
Before him on Mount Calvary	J
'Twas a long fight hard fought but won	S
And what I did was justly done	S
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Yet Helen from thy love I turned	T
When my heart most for thy heart burned	T
I dared thy tears I dared thy scorn	U
Easier the death pang had been borne	U
Helen thou mightst not go with me	J
I could not dared not stay for thee	J
I heard afar in bonds complain	A
The savage from beyond the main	A
And that wild sound rose o'er the cry	V
Wrung out by passion's agony	J
And even when with the bitterest tear	W
I ever shed mine eyes were dim	X
Still with the spirit's vision clear	Y
I saw Hell's empire vast and grim	X
Spread on each Indian river's shore	Z
Each realm of Asia covering o'er	A2
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There the weak trampled by the strong	B2
Live but to suffer hopeless die	V
There pagan priests whose creed is Wrong	B2
Extortion Lust and Cruelty	J
Crush our lost race and brimming fill	Q
The bitter cup of human ill	Q
And I who have the healing creed	C2
The faith benign of Mary's Son	S
Shall I behold my brother's need	C2
And selfishly to aid him shun	S
I who upon my mother's knees	D2
In childhood read Christ's written word	E2
Received his legacy of peace	F2
His holy rule of action heard	E2
I in whose heart the sacred sense	G2
Of Jesus' love was early felt	H2
Of his pure full benevolence	I2
His pitying tenderness for guilt	J2
His shepherd care for wandering sheep	K2
For all weak sorrowing trembling things	L2
His mercy vast his passion deep	K2
Of anguish for man's sufferings	L2
I schooled from childhood in such lore	Z
Dared I draw back or hesitate	M2
When called to heal the sickness sore	Z
Of those far off and desolate	N2
Dark in the realm and shades of Death	O2
Nations and tribes and empires lie	V
But even to them the light of Faith	P2
Is breaking on their sombre sky	V
And be it mine to bid them raise	Q2
Their drooped heads to the kindling scene	R2
And know and hail the sunrise blaze	Q2
Which heralds Christ the Nazarene	R2
I know how Hell the veil will spread	S2
Over their brows and filmy eyes	B
And earthward crush the lifted head	S2
That would look up and seek the skies	B
I know what war the fiend will wage	T2
Against that soldier of the cross	U2
Who comes to dare his demon rage	T2
And work his kingdom shame and loss	U2
Yes hard and terrible the toil	D
Of him who steps on foreign soil	D
Resolved to plant the gospel vine	R2
Where tyrants rule and slaves repine	R2
Eager to lift Religion's light	V2
Where thickest shades of mental night	V2
Screen the false god and fiendish rite	V2
Reckless that missionary blood	W2
Shed in wild wilderness and wood	X2
Has left upon the unblest air	W
The man's deep moan the martyr's prayer	W
I know my lot I only ask	Y2
Power to fulfil the glorious task	Y2
Willing the spirit may the flesh	Z2
Strength for the day receive afresh	Z2
May burning sun or deadly wind	A3
Prevail not o'er an earnest mind	A3
May torments strange or direst death	O2
Nor trample truth nor baffle faith	P2
Though such blood drops should fall from me	J
As fell in old Gethsemane	R2
Welcome the anguish so it gave	B3
More strength to work more skill to save	B3
And oh if brief must be my time	C3
If hostile hand or fatal clime	C3
Cut short my course still o'er my grave	B3
Lord may thy harvest whitening wave	B3
So I the culture may begin	R2
Let others thrust the sickle in	R2
If but the seed will faster grow	F
May my blood water what I sow	E
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What have I ever trembling stood	X2
And feared to give to God that blood	W2
What has the coward love of life	D3
Made me shrink from the righteous strife	D3
Have human passions human fears	E3
Severed me from those Pioneers	E3
Whose task is to march first and trace	K
Paths for the progress of our race	K
It has been so but grant me Lord	F3
Now to stand steadfast by thy word	E2
Protected by salvation's helm	C3
Shielded by faith with truth begirt	E2
To smile when trials seek to whelm	C3
And stand 'mid testing fires unhurt	E2
Hurling hell's strongest bulwarks down	R2
Even when the last pang thrills my breast	E2
When Death bestows the Martyr's crown	R2
And calls me into Jesus' rest	E2
Then for my ultimate reward	E2
Then for the world rejoicing word	E2
The voice from Father Spirit Son	R2
' Servant of God well hast thou done '	-

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