Verse 1
Happy the follower of his Lord,
Call’d, and indulg’d in him to die,
To gain a full, immense reward,
Bestow’d by Jesus in the sky!
He rests from all his labours there,
Pursu’d by all his works of love;
And waits for us the joy to share,
Triumphant with our friends above.

Verse 2
Then let us cheerfully pursue
Our comrade, to that heav’nly land,
And keep, like him, our end in view,
And love, like him, our Lord’s command:
Obedient both in word and deed,
By works his genuine faith he show’d;
Rejoic’d in Jesu’s steps to tread,
And spent his life in doing good.

Verse 3
Affliction’s kind, unfailing friend,
He wisely us’d his growing store,
And priz’d his privilege to lend
To God, by giving to the poor:
The Lord his lib’ral servant bless’d,
Who paid him back the blessings giv’n;
And still, the more his wealth increas’d,
More treasure he laid up in heav’n.

Verse 4
Through life inviolably just,
He his integrity maintain’d,
Most strictly faithful to his trust,
An upright man of truth unfeign’d;
His roughly, honest soul abhorr’d,
The polish smooth, the courtier’s art,
And free from guile in ev’ry word,
He spoke the language of his heart.

Verse 5
Who always lib’ral things devis’d,
By lib’ral things he firmly stood,
Sincerely lov’d his friends and priz’d,
Their burthens bore, and sought their good:
But chiefly those to Jesus dear,
Who travell’d to that land of rest;
As brethren intimately near,
He cherish’d in his gen’rous breast.

Verse 6
A man of passions like to ours,
For years he groan’d beneath his load,
And wrestl’d with the adverse pow’rs,
And look’d to the atoning blood!
The blood which once his pardon bought,
Did here the contrite sinner save;
And all his faults are now forgot,
Are buried in his Saviour’s grave.