Their earthly task who fail to do,

Neglect their heav'nly business too.

Nor know what faith and duty mean,

Who use religion as a screen;

Asunder put what God hath joined,

A diligent and pious mind.

Full well the labour of our hands

With fervency of spirit stands;

God, who all our days hath giv’n

From toil excepts but one in seven

And lab’ring while we time redeem:

We please the Lord, and work for Him.

Happy we live, when God doth fill

Our hands with work, our hearts with zeal;

For every toil, if He enjoin,

Becomes a sacrifice divine,

And like the bless'd spirits above,

The more we serve, the more we love.