Jesus Lord, how happy we are

That we are Thine own discipline,

We, who spend all our life

In service to God and to man.

We spend the day in good service

And use the night in pray'r.

We have no time to be lazy

Or moments to spend idly by,

We are pressing forward;

There’s no weakness of the body

For those who serve and work for Thee,

Those who know Thee alone.

Times and seasons pass swiftly by

The hours are too small for our use

To sing Thy wondrous praise

The joyful moments flee away;

We want to join the heav’nly host

To sing eternally.

We love, always, to sing Thy praise

With all the host of heav'n above

The shining white rob’d throng

That Holy, Holy, Holy sing

To sing around the throne of God

The everlasting song