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Saviour! dear Saviour! for thy sake
I would the ties of kindred break,—
Gaze my last look on this loved shore,
And part with friends, to meet no more
Shall I assist to raise on high
A standard, 'neath a burning sky?
Or 'mid the western forests rove,
An outcast far from all I love?
I would the ties of kindred break,—
Gaze my last look on this loved shore,
And part with friends, to meet no more
Shall I assist to raise on high
A standard, 'neath a burning sky?
Or 'mid the western forests rove,
An outcast far from all I love?
Gladly, if I a soul might save;—
Though I should meet an early grave
Where the rude Rocky Mountains rise
In gloomy grandeur to the skies,
And the Pacific's rock-bound shore
Is washed with never ceasing roar;
Where the untutored savage yell
Is heard, but ne'er the Sabbath bell.
Though I should meet an early grave
Where the rude Rocky Mountains rise
In gloomy grandeur to the skies,
And the Pacific's rock-bound shore
Is washed with never ceasing roar;
Where the untutored savage yell
Is heard, but ne'er the Sabbath bell.
