Verse 1
God employs whome’er he will
To spread the joyful sound,
Fills some private men with zeal
An infant-church to found:
Outcasts, his Apostles, rise,
And vagrants poor, by all abhor’d,
Fools, they proselyte the wise
By preaching Christ the Lord.
Verse 2
Jesus, still with favor see
The meanest of the croud,
Scorn’d by man, but sent by Thee
To preach thy saving blood:
Let the faithless world disown;
So Thou thy pardning grace reveal,
Make by us salvation known,
And thus our mission seal.