With eyes that are narrowed to pierce br To the awful horizons of land, br Through the blaze of hot days, and the fierce br White heat-waves that flow on the sand; br Through the Never Land westward and nor'ward, br Bronzed, bearded, and gaunt on the track, br Low-voiced and hard-knuckled, rides forward br The Christ of the Outer Out-back. br br For the cause that will ne'er be relinquished br Despite all the cynics on earth--- br In the ranks of the bush undistinguished br By manner or dress---if by birth; br God's preacher, of churches unheeded--- br God's vineyard, though barren the sod--- br Plain spokesman where spokesman is needed, br Rough link 'twixt the bushman and God. br br He works where the hearts of a nation br Are withered in flame from the sky, br Where the sinners work out their salvation br In a hell-upon-earth ere they die. br In the camp or the lonely hut lying br In a waste that seems out of God's sight, br He's the doctor---the mate of thee dying br Through the smothering heat of the night.