“‘God grant that we may meet In happier times than this, And with thine angel mother dear Enjoy domestic bliss.
“‘But should the fearful clouds, Which Burmah’s sky o’erspread, Conduct the threatened vengeance down On thy poor father’s head—
“‘Where couldst thou shelter find? Oh, whither wouldst thou stray? What hand would guide my darling’s steps Along their dangerous way?
“‘There is a God on high, The glorious King of kings; ’Tis He to whom thy mother prays, Whose love she sits and sings.
“‘That glorious God, so kind, Has sent His Son to save Our ruined race from sin and death, And raise them from the grave.
“‘And to that gracious God My darling I commend; Be Thou the helpless orphan’s stay, Her Father and her Friend.
“‘Inspire her infant heart The Saviour’s love to know, And guide her through this dreary world, This wilderness of woe.
“‘Thou sleep’st again, my lamb, Nor heed’st nor song nor prayer: Go, sleeping in thy mother’s arms, Safe in a mother’s care.
“‘And when, in future years, Thou know’st thy father’s tongue, These lines will show thee how he felt, How o’er his babe he sung.
‘To Maria Eliza Butterworth Judson, born at Ava, January 26, 1825.’”
The following versification of the Lord’s Prayer was composed a few weeks later. It illustrates the nature of the subjects which occupied the thoughts of the missionary during this long-protracted agony. It is comprised in fewer words than the original Greek, and contains only two more than the common translation:
“Our Father God, who art in heaven, All hallowed be Thy name; Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done In earth and heaven the same.
“Give us, this day, our daily bread; And, as we those forgive Who sin against us, so may we Forgiving grace receive.
“Into temptation lead us not; From evil set us free; The kingdom, power, and glory, Lord, Ever belong to Thee.
“Prison, Ava, March, 1825.”