John & Charles Wesley · 124 of 258

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!