1 I hear the gospel's joyful sound,
An organ I shall be,
For to sound forth redeeming love,
And sinners misery.

2 My honor'd parents, fare you well,
My Jesus doth me call;
I leave you here with God, until
I meet you once for all.

3 My wild affections I'll forsake
My parents and their house,
And to the wilderness betake,
To pay the Lord my vows.

4 Then I'll forsake my chiefest mates,
That nature could afford,
And wear the shield into the field,
To wait upon the Lord.

5 Then through the wilderness I'll run,
Preaching the gospel free;
O! be not anxious for your son,
The Lord will comfort me.

6 And if through preaching I should gain
True subjects to my Lord,
'Twill more than recompense my pain,
To see them love his word.

7 My soul doth wish mount Zion well,
What'er becomes of me;
Ther my best friends and kindred dwell,
And there I love to be.

8 Here, in thy courts I leave my vows,
And thy rich grace record:
Witness, ye saints who hear me now,
If I forsake the Lord.