Verse 1
Our Pattern if we rightly know,
In seeking souls we cannot rest,
Like Him, whose whole delight below
Was, calling sinners to his breast;
Scatter’d throughout the desart wide,
In quest of wandring souls we run,
Our thirst is never satisfied,
Our work of love is never done.
Verse 2
Employment for our active zeal
We gladly find in every place,
Our meat, to do the Saviour’s will,
And please, by ministring his grace:
The end of one accepted deed
Beginning to another gives;
And thus in all his steps we tread,
Till Christ our spotless souls receives.