"How great, how just thy zeal, adventurous youth, To spread in heathen climes the light of truth! Go, loved of heaven, with every grace refined, Inform, enrapture each dark Indian's mind; Grateful, as when to realms long hid from day, The cheerful dawn foreshows the solar ray. How great thy charity, whose large embrace Intends the eternal weal of all thy race; Prompts thee the rage of waves and winds to scorn, To effect the work for which thy soul was born. What multitudes, whom Pagan dreams deceive, Shall, when they hear thy heavenly voice, believe! On Georgia's shore thy Wesley shall attend, To hail the wished arrival of his friend; With joy the promised harvest he surveys, And to his Lord for faithful laborers prays; Though crowded temples here would plead thy stay, Yet haste, blest prophet, on thy destined way. Be gentle, winds, and breathe an easy breeze, Be clear, ye skies, and smooth, ye flowing seas! From heaven, ye guardian angels, swift descend, Delighted his blest mission to attend; Which shall from Satan's power whole nations free, While half the world to Jesus bow the knee. Long as Savannah, peaceful stream, shall glide, Your worth renowned shall be extended wide; Children as yet unborn shall bless your lore, Who thus to save them left your native shore; The apostles thus, with ardent zeal inspired, To gain _all nations_ for their Lord desired. They measured seas, a life laborious knew, And numerous converts to their Master drew; Whose hallelujahs, on the ethereal plains, Rise scarce beneath the bright seraphic strains. "GLOUCESTER, Nov. 1, 1737." After spending a few weeks at Savannah, laboring as much as his health would permit, Whitefield went to Frederica, where he was gladly received; the people "having had a famine of the word for a long season." They had no sanctuary, and therefore he had to preach under a tree, or in Mr. Habersham's house. This visit, although short, endeared him to all the people; and he had the satisfaction before he left, to see them "sawing timber for a commodious place of worship, until a church could be built." His return, however, to Savannah was hastened by a somewhat painful event. One of his friends was lost in the woods, and missing from Tuesday till Friday. The great guns had been fired to direct the wanderer, but in vain; and some of the people had searched for him day and night, without success. This report was sent to Whitefield, and it hurried him away from Frederica. He had the pleasure, however, on his arrival at Savannah, to find his "lost sheep."