My Master Was a Worker

My Mas­ter was a work­er

With dai­ly work to do

And he who would be like Him

Must be a work­er

too.

Then wel­come hon­est la­bor

And hon­est la­bor’s fare

For where there is a work­er

The Mas­ter’s man is there.

My Mas­ter was a com­rade

A trus­ty friend and true

And he who would be like Him

Must be a com­rade

too.

In hap­py hour of sing­ing

In si­lent hours of care

Where goes a loy­al com­rade

The Mas­ter’s man is there.

My Mas­ter was a help­er

The woes of life He knew

And he who would be like Him

Must be a help­er

too.

The bur­den will grow light­er

If each will take a share

And where there is a help­er

The Mas­ter’s man is there.

Then

bro­thers brave and man­ly

Together let us be

For He

who is our mas­ter

The Man of men was He.

The men who would be like Him

Are wanted ev­ery­where

And where they love each oth­er

The Mas­ter’s men are there.