Holy Lamb, who Thee con­fess,
Followers of Thy ho­li­ness,
Thee they ev­er keep in view,
Ever ask, What shall we do?

Governed by Thy on­ly will,
All Thy words we would ful­fill,
Would in all Thy foot­steps go,
Walk as Je­sus walked be­low.

While Thou didst on earth ap­pear,
Servant to Thy ser­vants here,
Mindful of Thy place above,
All Thy life was pray­er and love.

Such our whole em­ploy­ment be,
Works of faith and cha­ri­ty;
Works of love on man be­stowed,
Secret in­ter­course with God.

Early in the tem­ple met,
Let us still our Sav­ior greet;
Nightly to the mount re­pair,
Join our pray­ing pat­tern there.

There by wrest­ling faith ob­tain
Power to work for God again,
Power His im­age to re­trieve,
Power, like Thee, our Lord, to live.

Vessels, in­stru­ments of grace,
Pass we thus our hap­py days
’Twixt the mount and mul­ti­tude,
Doing or re­ceiv­ing good;

Glad to pray and la­bor on,
Till our earth­ly course is run,
Till we, on the sac­red tree,
Bow the head and die like Thee.