Verse 1
Forth at thy call, O Lord, I go,
Thy counsel to fulfill:
’Tis all my business here below,
Father, to do thy will.
Verse 2
To do thy will, while here I make
My short, unfixt abode,
An everlasting home I seek,
A city built by God.
Verse 3
O when shall I my Canaan gain,
The land of promis’d ease,
And leave this world of sin and pain,
This howling wilderness!
Verse 4
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!