Let it the constant study be

1 Let it the constant study be,
Of him call'd to the ministry;
Whom gifts, and grace completley arm,
Old Satan's citadel to storm.

2 Regardless of the praise of men,
If they approve, or if condemn;
Approv'd of God, a workman nam'd
That needeth not be be asham'd.

3 Dividing right the word of truth,
A part of age, and part for youth;
For christians young and old a treat,
With milk the first, the last with meat.

4 'Twixt saint and sinner draw a line,
The first with radiant crowns shall sine,
While those sunk deep in endless night,
Confess the sentence just and right.

5 For all shall bow beneath the rod
And every tongue confess to God;
The law of justice and of grace,
Divides at last the human race.

6 Grant we may hear the truth to day,
And every soul the call obey,
Oh may the thunders of thy word!
Awake our souls to praise the Lord.

Divine Hymns of Spiritual Songs, 1802