Laborers of Christ, arise,
And gird you for the toil;
The dew of promise from the skies
Already cheers the soil.
Go—where the sick recline,
Where mourning hearts deplore,
And where the sons of penury pine,
Dispense your hallowed lore.
Urge with a tender zeal
The erring child along
Where peaceful congregations kneel,
And pious teachers throng.
By faith, which looks above,
With prayer, your constant guest;
And wrap the Savior’s changeless love
A mantle round your breast.
So shall you share the wealth
That earth may ne’er despoil,
And the blest Gospel’s saving health
Repay your arduous toil.
This song is Copyright © 2026 by Robert K. Lewis. Lyrics are by Lydia H. Sigourney [ca. 1836] and are in the Public Domain. Samplings are Copyrighted by their respective creators. The completed song is A.I. generated by MusicHero.ai and is Licensed to Robert K. Lewis. You may link to this song, but not embed or reproduce this song elsewhere on the internet.
