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1 Dismiss me not thy service, Lord,
But train me for thy will:
For even I, in fields so broad,
Some duties may fulfil;
And I will ask for no reward,
Except to serve thee still.
2 How many serve, how many more
May to the service come!
To tend the vines, the grapes to store,
Thou didst appoint for some;
Thou hast thy young men at the war,
Thy little ones at home.
3 All works are good, and each is best
As most it pleaseth thee;
Each worker pleases when the rest
He serves in charity;
And neither man nor work unblest
Wilt thou permit to be.
4 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.