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THE MISSIONARY ON THE SEA SHORE.
"And a vision appeared to Paul in the night: There stood a man of Macedonia and prayed him saying, Come over into Macedonia, and help us."--Acts 16:9.
"Wei schaumt so feierlich zu unsern Fuessen."
F. de la Motte Fouque.
transl., Jane Borthwick, 1858
| Dark mighty Ocean, rolling to our feet! In thy low murmur many voices meet, The sound of distant lands brought strangely near To Fancy's ear. | | From shores unknown comes the sweet Sabbath bell, New languages the old glad tidings tell, We hear the hymn of praise--the martyr's Song-- All borne along. | | And starting at the summons, we obey, And o'er thy waves prepare to find our way, Leaving the ties of country and of home, Ocean, we come! | | Our chariot thou, to bear us to the lands Where fields of promise wait our willing hands; Thou and ourselves are servants. to fulfill Our Master's will! | | 130 And whether in thy depths we find a grave, Or with our heart's-blood dye the distant wave, Or with glad hopes, upon thy billows borne, Homewards return; | | Whether to death or life our course leads on-- The Master knows--His holy will be done! To life eternal, When all storms are past, We come at last! | |