The work is Thine, O Christ our Lord,

The work is Thine, O Christ our Lord, The cause for which we stand; And being Thine, 'twill overcome Its foe on every hand. Yet grains of wheat, before they grow, Are buried in the earth below; All that is old doth perish there To form a life both new and fair: So too are we from self and sin made free.

Through suff'ring Thou, O Christ, didst go Unto Thy throne above, And leadest now the selfsame way Those true in faith and love; So lead us, then, though suff'rings wait, To share Thy kingdom's heav'nly state; Thy death has broken Satan's might, And leads the faithful to the light; Eternal light, from darkness into light.

Thou hast, O Savior, led the way Through agony and death; O give, we pray, yet more and more Thy Spirit's living breath! Send messengers o'er land and sea To bring Thy children all to Thee; Thy name can save, Thy name makes free; We consecrate ourselves to Thee As servants true, as warriors brave and true.