In the growing family of my friend Jones.
Such a happy man, for to all a friend;
Not a Hottentot would Jones offend;
And chiming in church or turning the sod,
My friend is ever the friend of God.
May the buoyant family all mount thrones—
Then eternally blessed, my friend Jones.
My mind sweeps on to a Kingdom vast,
To numberless children who’ll come at last,
As sons of the Highest on a shining shore,