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 wou'dst 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 thro' outwards Cares I go, From all Distraction free: My Hands are but engag'd 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 one here, 'Tis finish'd LORD—and die.