Words: , Hymns De­vo­tion­al and Mor­al, 1768.

Music: Pe­ter­bo­rough (Har­ris­on), , 1786.

Rise, O my soul, pursue the path
By ancient worthies trod;
Aspiring, view those holy men
Who lived and walked with God.

Though dead, they speak in reason’s ear,
And in example live;
Their faith, and hope, and mighty deeds
Still fresh instruction give.

’Twas through the Lamb’s most precious blood
They conquered every foe;
And to His power and matchless grace
Their crowns of life they owe.

Lord, May I ever keep in view
The patterns Thou hast given
And ne’er forsake the blessèd road
That led them safe to Heaven.