On His Birthday, Hymn 14

Come, let us arise,
And press to the skies,
The summons obey,
My friend, my beloved, and hasten away!
The Master of all
For our service doth call,
And deigns to approve
With smiles of acceptance our labour of love.

His burden who bear,
We alone can declare
How easy His yoke, provoke:
While to love, and good works we each other
By word and by deed,
The bodies in need,
The souls to relieve,
And freely as Jesus hath given to give.

Then let us attend
Our heavenly Friend,
In His members distress'd
With want, or affliction, or sickness oppress'd!
The prisoner relieve,
The stranger receive,
Supply all their wants,
And spend,- and be spent in assisting His saints:

Thus while we bestow
Our moments below,
Ourselves we forsake,
And refuge in Jesus's righteousness take:
His passion alone
The foundation we own,
And pardon we claim,
And eternal redemption in Jesus's name.