I have from cradle heard
of a place so grand
where, with no desire to return,
the heathen gravitate,
...
Cares of life and torture of fear,
Grip my heart as if to tear,
Sinking my hope in pool of doubts,
And some rest my forlon soul seeks
...
In the midst of so great a multitude,
where not a single face I'd once seen,
...