Wesley Corpus

To Be Sung at Work 1 Son of the carpenter, receive This humble work of mine; Worth to my meanest labour give, By joining it to thine. 2 Servant of all, to toil for man Thou wouldst not, Lord, refuse: Thy majesty did not disdain To be employ'd for us. 3 Thy bright example I pursue To thee in all things rise, And all I think, or speak, or do, Is one great sacrifice. 4 Careless thro' outward58 cares I go, From all distraction free: My hands are but engag'd below, My heart is still with thee. 5 O when wilt thou my life appear! How gladly would I cry: "Tis done, the work thou gav'st one59 here, 'Tis finish'd Lord" and die.