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 sowers' seed,
And fruit we every hour shall bear:
Throughout the world thy gospel spread,
Thine everlasting truth declare!

AMEN.