Poems (Frances Elizabeth Browne)/The missionary
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THE MISSIONARY.
Go, messenger from realms on high!
On wings of love thy mission bear;
To earth's remotest regions fly,
And plant thy sacred banner there.
On wings of love thy mission bear;
To earth's remotest regions fly,
And plant thy sacred banner there.
The red cross wave o'er Afric's sands,
And bid her swarthy natives know
Their great Creator's mild commands,
And at the name of Jesus bow.
And bid her swarthy natives know
Their great Creator's mild commands,
And at the name of Jesus bow.
The red cross wave o'er India's soil,
O'er Ganges' waters raise it high;
The Hindoo, worn with heat and toil,
Shall to its grateful shadow fly.
O'er Ganges' waters raise it high;
The Hindoo, worn with heat and toil,
Shall to its grateful shadow fly.
The red cross wave where Buddha reigns,
His idol temples overthrow;
Soon shall it burst his iron chains,
Though forged by Satan's host below.
His idol temples overthrow;
Soon shall it burst his iron chains,
Though forged by Satan's host below.
The red cross wave o'er Southern seas;
Pacific, be thy islands blest!
Breathe soft, ye winds! Heaven's favoring breeze,
Speed gospel blessings to the West!
Pacific, be thy islands blest!
Breathe soft, ye winds! Heaven's favoring breeze,
Speed gospel blessings to the West!
The red cross wave where Northern suns
Scarce warm the earth, scarce melt the snow,—
Where life's dull current feebly runs,
Scarce felt is nature's genial glow.
Scarce warm the earth, scarce melt the snow,—
Where life's dull current feebly runs,
Scarce felt is nature's genial glow.
The red cross wave o'er land and sea,
From north to south, from east to west;
Let Father, Son, and Spirit be
Through all earth's varied nations blest.
From north to south, from east to west;
Let Father, Son, and Spirit be
Through all earth's varied nations blest.