Before, or in, Their Work, Part 3

How highly-favour'd then are we,
Snatch'd from a world of vanity,
And call'd in Jesu's name
To cultivate our tender mind.
And peace and happiness to find
With the atoning Lamb!

Our souls to God devoted are,
And ask and have our chiefest care,
To fashion and improve:
The only ornament we seek,
A spirit calm, and mild, and meek.
And rich in faith and love.

The one thing needful we pursue,
And when we gain the prize in view,
And when we faith receive.
Still we renew the glorious strife.
And, trampling down the pride of life,
To God alone we live.

Clothed with humility and grace,
Regardless of the fallen race.
In angels' eyes we shine;
A robe of righteousness we wear.
Than gold and pearls more precious far,
And bought with blood Divine.

By God approved, by man unknown,
The conquest of ourselves alone
We zealously desire;
The praise descending from above,
And none but our Redeemer's love
Our panting hearts require.

We for no worldly pleasures plead,
No innocent diversions need.
As Satan calls his joys:
His rattles let the tempter keep.
Or his own children rock to sleep
With such amusing toys.

The Lord Himself our portion is,
Unfading joy and solid bliss
We find with Jesus given;
We find, reclining on His breast.
Our present and eternal rest.
Our all in earth and heaven.