Working, O Christ, with Thee, working with Thee,
Unworthy, sinful, weak, though we may be;
Our all to Thee we give, for alone we live,
And by Thy grace achieve, working with Thee.

Along the city's waste, working with Thee,
Our eager footsteps haste, like Thee to be;
The poor we gather in, the outcasts raise from sin,
And labor souls to win, working with Thee.

Savior, we weary not, working with Thee,
As hard as Thine our lot can never be;
Our joy and comfort this, "Thy grace sufficient is;"
This changes toil to bliss, working with Thee.

So let us labor on, working with Thee,
Till earth to Thee is won, from sin set free;
Till men, from shore to shore, receive Thee, and adore,
And join us evermore, working with Thee.