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.