Servants of Christ, arise

Verse 1
Servants of Christ, arise,
To do your Master’s will,
Soldiers, be bold to win the prize
On that celestial hill;
Ye travellers hold on,
Impatient to remove,
Gird up your loins, and swiftly run
The race that ends above:

Verse 2
Inkindled at the word
Your faith by works maintain,
Your burning lamps with oil be stor’d,
With love to God and man:
(That oil the Spirit supplies,
He sheds that love abroad)
Go forth to meet him in the skies
Your dear returning God.

Hymnal/Album: Originally titled: “‘Let your loyns be girded about, and your lights burning.'—[Luke 12,] v. 35.” This hymn appears in the 1766 manuscript “MS Luke.” This manuscript is part of the collection of the Methodist Archive and Research Centre in The John Rylands Library, The University of Manchester (accession number MA 1977/575, Charles Wesley Notebooks Box 3). Accessed through the website of The Center for Studies in the Wesleyan Tradition, Duke Divinity School. Published in S.T. Kimbrough Jr. and Oliver A. Beckerlegge, eds., The Unpublished Poetry of Charles Wesley, vol. 2 (Nashville: Kingswood Books, 1990), page 139.
Publishing: Public Domain