1 High on His everlasting throne
The King of saints His work surveys;
Marks the dear souls He calls His own,
And smiles on the peculiar race.

2 He rests well pleased their toils to see;
Beneath His easy yoke they move;
With all their hearts and strength agree
In the sweet labor of His love.

3 See, where the servants of their God,
A busy multitude appear;
For Jesus day and night employed,
His heritage they toil to clear.

4 The love of Christ their hearts constrains
And strengthens their unwearied hands;
They spend their sweat and blood and pains
To cultivate Emmanuel's lands.

5 O multiply Thy sower’s seed,
And fruit we every hour shall bear:
Throughout the world Thy gospel spread,
Thine everlasting truth declare.

Amen.