1 In our work, and in our play,
Jesus, be Thou ever near;
Guarding, guiding all the day,
Keeping in Thy holy fear.

2 Thou didst toil, O royal Child,
In the far-off Holy Land,
Blessing labour undefiled
Pure and honest, of the hand.

3 Thou wilt bless our play-hour too,
If we ask Thy succour strong;
Watch o'er all we say or do,
Hold us back from guilt and wrong.

4 O! how happy thus to spend
Work and playtime in His sight,
Who that day which shall not end,
Gives to those who do the right.