Laborers of Christ, arise
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Laborers of Christ, arise,And gird you for the toil!The dew of promise from the skiesAlready cheers the soil.
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Go where the sick recline,Where mourning hearts deplore;And where the sons of sorrow pine,Dispense your hallowed store.
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Be faith, which looks above,With prayer, your constant guest;And wrap the Saviour's changeless loveA mantle round your breast.
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So shall you share the wealthThat earth may ne'er despoil,And the blest gospel's saving healthRepay your arduous toil.