The path of duty lay before them plain,
And boldly they advanced, nor turned again.
A throne cast down, erected was once more,
An exiled king, a nation, welcomed back;
Planted in blood it was, and tears, and gore,
Its only props the scaffold and the rack;
And there the brave and good did nobly fall,
That Christ the Saviour might be all in all,
Calmly the martyr Guthrie met his fate,
A victim to oppression's cruel laws,