Lo! I Come with Joy to Do

Lo! I come with joy to do

The Mas­ter’s bless­èd will

Him in out­ward works pur­sue

And serve His plea­sure still;

Faithful to my Lord’s com­mands

I still would choose the bet­ter part:

Serve with care­ful Mar­tha’s hands

And hum­ble Ma­ry’s heart.

Careful

with­out care I am

Nor feel my hap­py toil

Kept in peace by Je­su’s name

Supported by His smile;

Joyful thus my faith to show

I find His serv­ice my re­ward;

Every work I do be­low

I do it to the Lord.

Thou

O Lord

in ten­der love

Dost all my bur­dens bear

Lift my heart to things ab­ove

And fix it ev­er there:

Calm on tu­mult’s wheel I sit

’Midst bu­sy mul­ti­tudes

alone

Sweetly wait­ing at Thy feet

Till all Thy will be done.

To the de­sert

or the cell

Let oth­ers blind­ly fly

In this ev­il world I dwell

Unhurt

un­spot­ted

I:

Here I find a house of pray­er

To which I in­ward­ly re­tire

Walking un­con­cerned in care

And un­con­sumed in fire.

Thou

O Lord

my por­tion art

Before I hence re­move!

Now my trea­sure and my heart

Are all laid up ab­ove;

Far ab­ove these earth­ly things

(While yet my hands are here em­ployed)

Sees my soul the King of kings

And free­ly talks with God.

O that all the art might know

Of liv­ing thus to Thee:

Find their Heav’n be­gun be­low

And here Thy good­ness see:

Walk in all the works pre­pared

By Thee to ex­er­cise their grace

Till they gain their full re­ward

And see Thy glo­ri­ous face.