Must be our goal, our highest prize,
For we’re the church of the first-born—
Let us our portion realize!
Was Joseph’s birthright—and ’tis ours
If we our garments keep from sin,
And stay pure in temptation’s hour.
As his inheritance—for he
Did count his family ties but loss
And owned God’s things supreme to be.
For tending to young Joseph’s need;
Through Benjamin’s adversity,
He was his comforter indeed.
The priesthood and the kingship too;
Make us so desperate, Lord, for Thee
That Thee, our birthright, we’d pursue.
Deny the soul, reject the self;
Ambitious for the birthright thus
We’d gain Thee, Lord, above all else.
Oh, let us ne’er this right despise;
Enflame us, Lord, to gain Thyself,
And Thee, our birthright realize.