Burning out your young life on the cruel, hot plains of India and the beautiful but torturous hills and vales of Persia; sacrificing yourself on the altar of Arabia’s eternal welfare; despised and rejected by those for whom you willingly, yea, joyfully, gave the last full measure of devotion; bitterly disappointed in your love of a woman, but nevertheless admirably gracious and magnanimous and thoroughly Christian through it all—Henry Martyn, how can we pen the tribute to your memory that you deserve? May our youth feel the flaming fire of your ardent spirit is our prayer.
