We Bear the Strain of Earthly Care

We bear the strains of earth­ly care

But bear it not alone;

Beside us walks our bro­ther Christ

And makes our task His own.

Through din of mar­ket

whirl of wheels

And thrust of driv­ing trade

We fol­low where the Mas­ter leads

Serene and un­afraid.

The com­mon hopes that make us men

Were His in Ga­li­lee;

The tasks He gives are those He gave

Beside the rest­less sea.

Our bro­ther­hood still rests in Him

The Brother of us all

And through the cen­tu­ries we hear

The Mas­ter’s win­some call.