From the ends of the earth will I call upon thee!
From the mountain, the valley, the forest the sea;
Where the foot of the wanderer never yet trod,
The heart of the christian may commune with God!
Where ignorance bends the idolatrous knee,
— From the ends of the earth will I call upon thee!
I will call upon thee in prosperity's day,
Lest the pride of this world lead my spirit astray;
I will call upon thee in distress, that my tears
May atone for the faults and the follies of years;
That purer and brighter the future may be,
From the ends of the earth I will call upon thee!
I will call upon thee, as I did when I knelt
In the home on the hills, where in boyhood I dwelt;
I will call upon thee, if now fated to roam.
And the land of the stranger will offer a home,
Affection's sweet solace I gratefully see,
— From the ends of the earth will I call upon thee!
~ Текст приведён по изданию «Songs, Ballads and Other Poems by the Late Thomas Haynes Bayly», Vol. II, London, 1844