1 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.
2 Where’er thy sons proclaim good news
Beneath the banyan’s shade,
Let the poor Hindu feel its power,
And grace his soul pervade.
3 O let the heavenly Shaster spread;
Bid Brahmans preach the word;
And may all India’s tribes become
One caste to serve the Lord!Source: The Cyber Hymnal #8590