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.