Verse 1
But more than all let those be clean
Who bear the vessels of the Lord,
Preserv’d from their besetting sin,
The sin by God and man abhor’d,
Which cast th’ aspiring angels down,
And robs thy servants of their crown.

Verse 2
Ah! Who are as thy servants blind,
And ignorant of Satan’s arts!
(Their feeble inexperienc’d mind
Open to all his fiery darts)
To every sin and error prone,
Without thine utmost grace undone.

Verse 3
What but thy love’s almighty power
Can save a minister of grace,
Can rescue in that perilous hour,
When wond’ring crouds the preacher praise,
And tempt the idol to blaspheme,
As God’s great work were link’d with him!

Verse 4
Thou everlasting strength divine,
All things are possible to thee:
Let every messenger of thine,
Out of the depth of poverty,
On Jesus every moment call,
And feel that thou art all in all.