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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.
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.
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.
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.
