Life's cruel blades stir in his soul,
Time's surreptitious motion to more agony;
Remember your servant's child.
On the account of your chosen servant,
Of enthusiasm and spirit gallant;
His service devout and faith amid failing health;
His sufferings and persecution by heathen beings,
And a hapless and humble death:
All he bore with smiles and grins,
Even as pain gnawed away his soul!
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