Forth at Thy call, O Lord, I go

Forth at Thy call, O Lord, I go,
Thy counsel to fulfil:
Tis all my business here below,
Father, to do Thy will.

To do Thy will, while here I make
My short, unfix'd abode,
An everlasting home I seek,
A city built by God.

O, when shall I my Canaan gain,
The land of promised ease,
And leave this world of sin and pain,
This howhng wilderness!

Come to my help, come quickly, Lord,
For whom alone I sigh;
O, let me hear the gracious word,
And get me up, and die!