The work is Thine, O Christ, our Lord,
The cause for which we stand;
And be­ing Thine, ’twill ov­er­come
Its foes 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.

Thro’ suf­fer­ing Thou, O Christ, did go
Unto Thy throne above;
And lead­est now the self same way
Those true in faith and love;
So lead us, then, tho’ suf­fer­ings 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
Thro’ 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 ser­vants strong and true.