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CCLXX. High on his everlasting throne

1 High on his everlasting throne
The King of saints his work surveys,
Marks the dear souls he calls his own,
And smiles on the peculiar race.

2 He rests well-pleas'd their toils to see
Beneath his easy yoke they move,
With all their heart and strength agree
In the sweet labour of his love.

3 See where the servants of their God,
A busy multitude, appear,
For Jesus day and night employ'd,
His heritage they toil to clear.

4 The love of Christ their hearts constrains,
And strengthens their unwearied hands,
They spend their sweat, and blood, and pains,
To cultivate Immanuel's lands.

5 Jesus their toil delighted sees,
Their industry vouchsafes to crown,
He kindly gives the wish'd increase,
And sends the promis'd blessing down:

6 The sap of life, the Spirit's powers,
He rains incessant from above,
He all his gracious fulness showers,
To perfect their great work of love.

7 O multiply thy sower’s seed,
And fruit we every hour shall bear,
Throughout the world thy gospel spread,
Thine everlasting truth declare;

8 We all in perfect love renew'd
Shall know the greatness of thy power,
Stand in the temple of our God
As pillars, and go out no more.

Text Information

• First Line: High on his everlasting throne
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Topic: Consolation
• Notes: Now Public Domain.

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