Восстановим. Кстати, символичное песнопение в свете событий.
What poor despised company
Of travelers are these,
Who walk in yonder narrow way,
Along that rugged maze?
I had rather be the least of them,
That are the Lord's alone,
Than wear a royal diadem,
and sit upon a throne.
Why do they then appear so mean,
And why so much despised?
Because of their rich robes unseen,
The world is not appris'd.
I had rather be the least of them...
But some of them seem poor, distress'd,
And lacking daily bread;
Ah! they're of boundless wealth possess'd,
With heavenly manna fed.
I had rather be the least of them...
But why keep they the narrow road,
That rugged thorny maze?
Why, that's the way their leader trod;
They love and keep his ways.
I had rather be the least of them...