The Saviour, when to heav’n He rose,

In splendid triumph o'er His foes,

Scatter’d His gifts on men below,

And wide His royal bounties flow.

Hence sprung the apostles' honoured race,

Sacred beyond heroic fame;

in Iowlier forms before our eyes,

Pastors from hence, and teachers rise.

From Christ their varied gifts derive,

And fed by Christ their graces live;

While guarded by His mighty hand,

Midst all the rage of hell they stand.

So shall the bright succession run

Through the last courses of the sun;

While unborn churches by their care

Shall rise and flourish large and fair.

Jesus, now teach our hearts to know

The spring whence ail these blessings flow

Pastors and people shout Thy praise

Through the long round of endless days.