S. D. Patterson.

O, bless the pious zeal

And crown with glad success the labouring sons

Of that best charity, whose annual mite

Sends forth Thy gospel to the distant isles!

So shall the nations, rescued myriads, hear,

And own Thy mercy over all Thy works!

So, from each corner of the enlightened earth,

Incessant peals of universal joy

Shall hail Thee, heavenly Father, God of all!