Words: , in the Ap­pend­ix to the Mo­rav­i­an Ge­sang-Buch, 1737, num­ber 1004 (Der Kön­ig ruht, und schau­et doch); trans­lat­ed from Ger­man to Eng­lish by , Hymns and Sac­red Po­ems, 1742.

Music: St. Vin­cent, adapt­ed from S. Neu­komm, probably by , in Kem­ble’s New Church Hymn Book, 1875.

High on His everlasting throne,
The King of saints His work surveys;
Marks the dear souls He calls His own,
And smiles on the peculiar race.

He rests well pleased their toils to see;
Beneath His easy yoke they move;
With all their heart and strength agree
In the sweet labor of His love.

See where the servants of their Lord,
A busy multitude, appear;
For Jesus day and night employed,
His heritage they toil to clear.

Jesus their toil delighted sees,
Their industry vouchsafes to crown;
He kindly gives the wished increase,
And sends the promised blessing down.

O multiply the sower’s seed,
And fruit we every hour shall bear;
Throughout the world Thy Gospel spread,
Thine everlasting truth declare!