O Master Workman of the Race

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?

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 Christ­like height

That we the land may view

And see

like Thee

our nob­lest work

Our Fa­ther’s work to do.

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.