Son of the Carpenter, Receive

Son of the car­pen­ter

re­ceive

This hum­ble work of mine;

Worth to my mean­est la­bor give

By join­ing it to Thine.

Servant

at once

and Lord of all

While dwell­ing here below

Thou didst not scorn our earth­ly toil

And wea­ri­ness to know.

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?

Then glad­ly will I cry

’Tis done

the work Thou gav’st me here

’Tis fin­ished

Lord

and die!