Verse 1
Son of the carpenter, receive
This humble work of mine;
Worth to my meanest labour give,
By joining it to thine.
Verse 2
Servant of all, to toil for man
Thou wouldst not, Lord, refuse:
Thy majesty did not disdain
To be employ’d for us.
Verse 3
Thy bright example I pursue
To thee in all things rise,
And all I think, or speak, or do,
Is one great sacrifice.
Verse 4
Careless thro’ outwards[1] cares I go,
From all distraction free:
My hands are but engag’d below,
My heart is still with thee.
Verse 5
O when wilt thou my life appear!
How gladly would I cry:
“Tis done, the work thou gav’st one[2] here,
’Tis finish’d Lord”—and die.
[1] Wesley corrected “outwards” to “outward” in 1739.
[2] Wesley changed “one” to “me” in 1743.