1 The Saviour, when to heaven He rose,
In splendid triumph o'er His foes,
Scattered His gifts on men below,
And wide His royal bounties flow.
2 Hence sprung the Apostles' honoured name;
Sacred beyond heroic fame;
In lowlier forms before our eyes,
Pastors from hence, and teachers rise.
3 From Christ their varied gifts derive,
And fed by Christ their graces live;
While guarded by His mighty hand,
Midst all the rage of hell they stand.
4 So shall the bright succession run
Through the last courses of the sun;
While unborn churches by their care,
Shall rise and flourish large and fair.
5 Jesus, now teach our hearts to know
The spring whence all these blessings flow;
Pastors and people shout Thy praise
Through the long round of endless days.
Source: Methodist Hymn and Tune Book: official hymn book of the Methodist Church #266