I can but speed you on your way,
Dear friends, with my unworthy prayer.
"Go, angel-guided, duty-sent!
Our thoughts go with you o'er the foam;
Where'er you pitch your pilgrim tent
Our hearts shall be and make it home.
"And we will watch (if so He wills
Who ordereth all things well) your ways
Where Zion lifts her olive hills
And Jordan ripples with His praise.