WORKERS
We are working in the quarries
'Mid the rubbish and the silt,
Clearing out the moulded debris
Of a Temple that was built;
Lay a deep and strong foundation,
For the work that we must do
Is to stand the test of ages,
With eternity in view.
Every stone must be made perfect,
Tested by the level and square,
As each must fit the other
And the plumb-line must hang fair;
For this building is a landmark,
Build it stately and sublime,
So that others when they view it
Will remark the touch Divine.
Build with wisdom, strength and beauty,
May it tower above so high,
Be reflected in the sunlight
As it journeys 'cross the sky;
And within the shining moonlight
'Twill reflect a silver sheen
Of a monument erected
To a God of love serene.
There is no need for working tools
With which to hew, cut and plane,
There is neither noise nor bustle,
And there is no thought of gain;
For all are working ceaselessly
In a task that must be done,
There's not one of us can shirk it
Though the daylight hours be gone.
'Tis a law of God immutable
That each must to his task,
And we must give our very best,
We will, if we only ask;
Surely power shall be given,
Though we know not how nor where,
But it comes to all true craftsmen
Through and by the power of prayer.
We are building here a structure,
A Temple not made with hands,
Are we building firm and steadfast
As the law of God demands,
With materials He has given,
Strengthened by our own desires,
By our faith in one another,
In the love which God inspires?
Let us labour to its fullness,
Completing this Divine Plan,
The wondrous Fatherhood of God,
And the Brotherhood of man.
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