Son of the Carpenter, receive
This humble work of mine;
-To Be Sung at Work-
Son of the Carpenter, receive
      This humble work of mine;
Worth to my meanest labour give,
      By joining it to Thine.
Servant of all, to toil for man
      Thou wouldst not, Lord, refuse:
Thy Majesty did not disdain
      To be employ’d for us.
Thy bright example I pursue,
      To Thee in all things rise,
And all I think, or speak, or do,
      Is one great sacrifice.
Careless through outward cares I go,
      From all distraction free:
My hands are but engaged below,
      My heart is still with Thee.
O, when wilt Thou, my Life, appear!
      How gladly would I cry,
’Tis done, the work Thou gav’st me here,
      “’Tis finish’d, Lord,”—and die!

 

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