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 See where the servants of the Lord,
A busy multitude, appear;
For Jesus day and night employ'd,
His heritage they toil to clear.
3 The love of Christ their hearts constrains,
And strengthens their unwearied hands,
They spend their sweat, and blood, and pains,
To cultivate Emmanuel's land.
4 Jesus their toil delighted sees,
Their industry vouchsafes to crown;
He kindly gives the wish'd increase,
And sends the promis'd blessing down.
5 O multiply thy sower’s seed,
And fruit we every hour shall bear,
Throughout the world thy gospel spread,
Thine everlasting truth declare!
Source: Hymns, Selected and Original: for public and private worship (1st ed.) #560