O Master Workman of the Race

Verse 1

O Master Workman of the race, Thou Man of Galilee, Who with the eyes of early youth Eternal things did see; We thank Thee for Thy boyhood faith That shone Thy whole life through; "Did ye not know it is my work My Father’s work to do?"

Verse 2

O Carpenter of Nazareth, Builder of life divine, Who shapest man to God’s own law, Thyself the fair design: Build us a tower of Christ-like height, That we the land may view, And see, like Thee, our noblest work, Our Father’s work to do.

Verse 3

O Thou who dost the vision send And givest each his task, And with the task sufficient strength: Show us Thy will, we ask; Give us a conscience bold and good; Give us a purpose true, That it may be our highest joy Our Father’s work to do. AMEN.