Laborers of Christ, arise

Verse 1

Laborers of Christ, arise, And gird you for the toil; The dew of promise from the skies Already cheers the soil.

Verse 2

Go where the sick recline, Where mourning hearts deplore; And where the sons of sorrow pine, Dispense your hallowed lore.

Verse 3

By faith, which looks above, With pray’r, your constant guest, And wrap the Saviour’s changeless love A mantle round your breast.

Verse 4

So shall you share the wealth That earth may ne’er despoil, And the blest gospel’s saving health Repay your arduous toil.