1 Make up thy jewels, Lord, and show,
The glorious spotless church below,
The fellowship of saints make known,
And oh my God, might I be one.
2 O might my lot be cast with these,
The least of Jesu's witnesses.
O that my Lord would count me meet,
To wash his dear disciples feet.
3 To wait upon his saints below,
On gospel errands for them go,
Enjoy the grace to angels given,
And serve the royal heirs of heaven.
The Christian's duty, exhibited in a series of hymns, 1801