1 My brethren from my heart belov'd,
Whose welfare fills my daily care,
My present joy, my future crown,
The word of exhortation hear.

2 Stand fast upon the solid rock,
Of the Redeemer's righteousness,
Adorn the gospel with your lives,
And practice what your lips profess.

3 With pleasure meditate the hour,
When he, descending from the skies,
Shall bid your bodies, mean and vile,
In his all-glorious image rise.

4 Glory in his dear, honour'd name,
To him inviolably cleave:
your all he purchas'd by his blood,
Nor let him less than all receive.

5 Such is your Pastor's faithful charge,
Whose soul desires not yours, but you,
O may he at the Lord's right hand,
Himself and all his people view.