Verse 1
But O my God, shall all be lost
And the proud foe his victory boast
Or’e every messenger?
Surely Thou hast a Remnant still
Of servants who their weakness feel,
And always humbly fear.

Verse 2
The depths of hell they have not known,
They do not vaunt, or seek their own
Or lose their poverty:
The Salt its savour doth retain
Nor honor they desire, nor gain
Nor any good but Thee.

Verse 3
They woud not take the tempter’s part;
Thou hearst the language of their heart
When boded ill is nigh,
The best suspects himself the worst
“Shall I forsake my calling first?
“Shall I my Lord deny?[”]

Verse 4
A difference in their favor make,
And now into thy bosom take
The humble and sincere:
Tell them, they shall not die, but live,
And to each trembling Servant give
The grace to persevere.

Verse 5
The chaff shall fly, Thou sayst it shall;
But not one grain of wheat shall fall
In the wide-scattering day:
Thou shalt their work and partners show
To men who woud thy counsel know,
And all thy will obey.

Verse 6
The weak, the simple, and the poor
Within thy mercy’s arms secure
With confidence we leave:
But O, the strong, the rich, the wise,
Ee’r their last spark of goodness dies
Revisit, and forgive.

Verse 7
Help us for them in faith to pray,
Blind guides, who have mistook their way
And wander’d far from thine:
To them again their calling show,
Raised up to carry on below
Thy mercy’s chief Design.

Verse 8
To the lost sheep of England’s fold
First, be the joyful tidings told
(Thus their Commission ran)
Then every Sect and party press
To know the power of godliness,
And every child of man.

Verse 9
Resolv’d their calling to pursue,
Do Thou the Preachers strength renew,
With double grace inspire,
Their work with tenfold blessings crown
To turn the kingdoms upside down
And set the world on fire.

Verse 10
Then let the spreading fire of love
By Thee rekindled from above
In every bosom burn,
Till those that hear, or preach thy word
See in the clouds their flaming Lord
And all to heaven return.