Baptize the nations! far and nigh, The triumphs of the cross record The name of Jesus glorify, Till every people call Him Lord. - James Montgomery

Friend after friend departs; Who hath not lost a friend?
There is no union here of hearts
That finds not here an end.

Nimbly they seized and secreted their prey,
Alive and wriggling in the elastic net,
Which Nature hung beneath their grasping beaks;
Till, swoln with captures, the unwieldy burden
Clogg'd their slow flight, as heavily to land,
These mighty hunters of the deep return'd.
There on the cragged cliffs they perch'd at ease,
Gorging their hapless victims one by one;
Then full and weary, side by side, they slept,
Till evening roused them to the chase again.

Counts his sure gains, and hurries back for more.