Labourers for Christ, arise, And gird you for the toil ! The dew of promise from the skies Already cheers the soil.
2. Go where the sick recline, Where mourning hearts deplore ; And where the sons of sorrow pine, Dispense your hallowed lore.
3. Be faith, which looks above, With prayer, your constant guest ; And wrap the Saviour's changeless love A mantle round your breast,
4. So shall you share the wealth That earth may ne'er despoil ; And the blest Gospel's saving health Repay your arduous toil.