Before Work

Come, let us anew
Our calling pursue,
Go forth with the sun,
And rejoice as a giant our circuit to run:
Whom Jesus commands
To work with our hands,
Obeying His word,
We a service perform to our heavenly Lord.

While we labour for Him
And each moment redeem,
His service we own
Our freedom indeed, and our heaven begun:
If He give us a smile
We are paid for our toil;
If our work He approve,
Tis a work of the Lord, and a labour of love.
Our wages are sure
Who His burden endure;

And we cannot complain
Of our daily delight as a wearisome pain;
The labour is o'er
And fatigues us no more
When a moment is past,
But the blessed effect shall eternally last.