Your coin for this service we sternly reject,
No traffic for gain we pursue,
And all the reward that we wish or expect,
We take in the good that we do.
Mankind are all travellers on life’s rugged road,
And myriads would wander astray
In seeking eternity’s silent abode
Did mercy not point out the way.
If all would their duty discharge as they should,
To those that are helpless and poor,