O Master Workman of the

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