A Song of Handicrafts

Sunlight from the sky's own heart,
Flax unfolded to receive:
Out of sky and flax and art,
Lovely raiment I achieve —
Earth a part and heaven a part,
God in all, for Whom I weave!
The Carpenter

Deep into the wood I hew,
A message fell from the sun's lip;
Fire and strength it downward drew
For the faggot and the ship:
God's own, in the forest, grew
Timber that I hew and chip.
The Mason

Out of clay or living rock
I will make my brick or stone:
At the door of God I knock,
Builder whose command I own,
Who can birth and death unlock,
And in dust can find a throne.
Chorus

Mighty Craftsman! craftsmen, we,
Feel Thy spirit in our hands:
AH the worlds are full of Thee —
Wake our eyes and break our bands-
Servants, and for ever free,
Sons, and heirs of all thy lands!