| Dismiss me not Thy service, Lord,But train me for Thy will;
 For even I, in fields so broad,
 Some duties may fulfill;
 And I will ask for no reward,
 Except to serve Thee still.
 How many serve, how many moreMay 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.
 All works are good, and each is bestAs 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.
 Our Master all the work hath doneHe asks of us today;
 Sharing his service, every one
 Share too His Sonship may:
 Lord, I would serve and be a son;
 Dismiss me not, I pray.
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