Oh, Charge the Waves to Bear Our Friends

Oh

charge the waves to bear our friends

In safety o’er the deep;

Let the rough tempest speed their way

Or bid its fury sleep.

Where’er thy sons pro­claim good news

Beneath the banyan’s shade

Let the poor Hindu feel its power

And grace his soul pervade.

O let the heavenly Shaster spread;

Bid Brahmans preach the word;

And may all India’s tribes become

One caste to serve the Lord!