1 Brethren let us praise our Lord,
Exalt his blessed name;
Let us hear and keep his word,
His glory be our aim.
Let us resolutely strive
To work God's work with full intent,
And what it is to believe
On him whom he has sent.
2 Faith implanted from above,
Will prove a fertile root,
Whence will spring a tree of love,
Producing precious fruit.
Though bleak winds the bows deface,
The rooted stock shall still remain;
Leaves many languish, fruit decrease,
But more shall grow again.
3 Happy souls who cleave to Christ,
By pure and living faith,
Finding him their king and priest,
Their God and guide 'till death.
God's own foe may plague his sons,
Sin may distress but not subdue,
Christ who conquered for us once,
Will in us conquer too.
Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the use of Christians, 1803