Son of the car­pen­ter, re­ceive
This hum­ble work of mine;
Worth to my mean­est la­bor give,
By join­ing it to Thine.

Servant, at once, and Lord of all,
While dwell­ing here below,
Thou didst not scorn our earth­ly toil
And wea­ri­ness to know.

Thy bright ex­am­ple I pur­sue,
To Thee in all things rise,
And all I think, or speak, or do,
Is one great sac­ri­fice.

Careless through out­ward cares I go,
From all dis­tract­ion free:
My hands are but en­gaged below,
My heart is still with Thee.

O when wilt Thou, my life, ap­pear?
Then glad­ly will I cry,
’Tis done, the work Thou gav’st me here,
’Tis fin­ished, Lord, and die!