Dismiss Me Not Thy Service, Lord

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 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.

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.

Our Master all the work hath done

He 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.