1. O Thou who work­est hi­ther­to
Thro’ sun and rain, in flock or tree,
We sow and reap and plow anew,
Rejoicing thus to work with Thee.

2. We meet Thee in our fer­tile fields;
We see Thee in the brood­ing sky;
Thou giv­est what our till­age yields;
Our hap­py homes re­veal Thee nigh.

3. O Thou whose rest is ev­er­more,
Transcending all that Thou hast made,
We, on our day of rest, ad­ore
And feel Thy pre­sence, un­afraid!