the missionaries.
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And 'mid the forest, I have found
A spot of consecrated ground.
Now stretch thine eye o'er yonder plain,
O'er yonder sloping wide domain,
And look again, upon the sod
They've pitched their tents to worship God.
A spot of consecrated ground.
Now stretch thine eye o'er yonder plain,
O'er yonder sloping wide domain,
And look again, upon the sod
They've pitched their tents to worship God.
"They! whom?" methinks I hear you say—
They who came o'er the watery way?"
No, but the converts God has given
To these devoted sons of heaven;
Behold, a band of warriors brave,
They who came o'er the watery way?"
No, but the converts God has given
To these devoted sons of heaven;
Behold, a band of warriors brave,
All stately, dignified, and grave;
Slowly they wend their way along,
Chanting aloud a solemn song.
List! list! and you their lay may hear,
As they approach—draw near, draw near.
Slowly they wend their way along,
Chanting aloud a solemn song.
List! list! and you their lay may hear,
As they approach—draw near, draw near.
"Our weapons of warfare we've grounded,
'Gainst Jesus no longer we fight,
But join now in deep adoration
To our Saviour in solemn delight.
'Gainst Jesus no longer we fight,
But join now in deep adoration
To our Saviour in solemn delight.
