But train me for Thy will ;
For even I, in fields so broad,
Some duties may fulfil ;
And I will ask for no reward,
Except to serve Thee still.
2 How many serve, how many more
May to the service come :
To tend the vines, the grapes to store,
Thou dost appoint for some :
Thou hast Thy young men at the war.
Thy little ones at home.
3 All works are good, and each is best
As most it pleases Thee ;
Each worker pleases when the rest
He serves in charity ;
And neither man nor work unblest.
Wilt Thou permit to be.
4 Our Master all the work hath done
He asks of us to-day ;
Sharing His service, every one
Share too His Sonship may :
Lord, I would serve and be a son ;
Dismiss me not, I pray.