1 O Master Workman of the race,
Thou Man of Galilee,
Who with the eyes of early youth
Eternal things didst see,
We thank Thee for Thy boyhood faith
That shone Thy whole life through;
"Did ye not know it is my work,
My Father's work to do?"

2 O Carpenter of Nazareth,
Builder of life divine,
Who shapest man to God's own law,
Thyself the fair design,
Build us a tower of Christ-like height,
That we the land may view,
And see, like Thee, our noblest work,
Our Father's work to do.

3 O Thou who dost the vision send
And givest each his task,
And with the task sufficient strength,
Show us Thy will, we ask;
Give us a conscience bold and good,
Give us a purpose true,
That it may be our highest joy
Our Father's work to do.

Amen.