Jesus, and may I work for Thee,
A mortal man from sin set free,
A mortal man with shortening days,
Permitted thus to work and praise?
I’ll work for Thee, I’ll work for Thee
Yes, dearest Lord, I’ll work for Thee.
To work for Thee, the Morning Star
That saw me lost, and from afar
Shed o’er my soul a light divine,
And comforted this heart of mine.
To work for Thee, my dearest friend,
On whom my every hope depends;
Who washed away my earthly shame,
And gave to me a new, best name.
Yes, blessèd Jesus, yes I may
Go work for Thee throughout this day,
And all the joy or good I crave,
Is but some fallen soul to save.
I’ll work for Thee, Thou blessèd One,
Eternal God, eternal Son,
And boast, but never boast in vain,
I’ll work for Him who once was slain.