Teaching…in all wisdom; that we may present every man perfect in Christ Jesus.
Colossians 1:28
Words & Music: S. B. Dickinson, in The Gospel Singer, edited by Philip Phillips (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: Lee and Walker, 1874), page 89 (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good photo of Dickinson (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
All my class for Jesus!
Here is work to do,
Teaching them the words of life,
And praying for them, too.
Every one was bought with blood,
Jesus claims them all;
This my work, to bring them home,
To win them to His call.
Refrain
All my class for Jesus,
Every precious one;
How my heart is burdened,
Till the work is done;
Jesus, blessèd Savior,
Hear, oh! hear my plea;
Send Thy grace to help me
Bring these souls to Thee.
All my class for Jesus,
Name by name each day;
Jesus says, Ask what ye will,
Believing when you pray.
He who goeth weeping,
Bearing precious seed,
Soon shall come rejoicing home,
Immortal souls his meed.
Refrain
All my class for Jesus!
How my soul is blest,
When I think of meeting them
In Heav’n’s eternal rest;
When I think of hearing
Jesus say, Well done,
Welcome here, thrice welcome here:
Sit down upon My throne.
All my class for Jesus,
Every precious one;
There’ll be joy in Heaven
When the work is done;
Jesus, blessèd Savior,
Hear, oh! hear my plea;
Send Thy grace to help me
Bring them all to Thee.