Bounteous and cher­ished is this grace
That warms and lights the heart
Of ev­ery sheep that seeks His face,
On ways His word im­parts.

Jesus from hea­ven’s glo­ry turned
That He might reach for me,
That I might world­ly rich­es spurn
And reach for Him His sheep.

Twain are the calls, un­to the saved,
That lead to heav’n above;
Faith in Thy Son un­locks its gate,
Two, is Thy way of love.

There in this way are wa­ters still;
I see my cross to bear;
Its bur­den, light, to do Thy will
Of works Thou hast pre­pared.

O child of light, this work will make
Thy heav’n­ly call­ing sure—
To love the flock with faith un­feigned,
And con­science good and pure.