1 My brethren from my heart belov'd,
Whose welfare fills my daily care,
My present joy, my future crown,
The word of exhortation hear.
2 Stand fast upon the solid rock
Of the Redeemer's righteousness:
Adorn the gospel with your lives,
And practice what your lips profess.
3 With pleasure meditate the hour,
When he, descending from the skies,
Shall bid your bodies, mean and vile,
In his all-glorious image rise.
4 Glory in his dear, honor'd name,
To him inviolably cleave;
Your all he purchas'd by his blood,
Nor let him less than all receive.
5 Such is your pastor's faithful charge,
Whose soul desires not yours, but you;
O may he, at the Lord's right hand,
Himself and all his people view!
Source: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #341
|First Line:||My brethren from my heart beloved|
|Title:||The Pastor's Wish for his People|
|Author:||Thomas Gibbons (1782)|