1. Lo! I come with joy to do
The Master's blessed will;
Him in outward works pursue,
And serve his pleasure still.
Faithful to my Lord's commands,
I still would choose the better part,
Serve with careful Martha's hands
And Mary's loving heart.
2. Careful without care I am,
Nor feel my happy toil;
Kept in peace by Jesus' name,
Supported by his smile;
Joyful this my faith to show,
I find his service my reward;
Ev'ry work I do below,
I do it to the Lord.
3. Now, O Lord, in tender love
You all my burdens bear,
Lift my heart to things above,
And fix it ever there.
Calm on tumult's wheel I sit,
'Mid busy multitudes alone,
Sweetly waiting at your feet,
Till all your will be done.
4. Oh, that all might know the art
Of living thus to you!
Find their Heav'n begun below,
And here your glory view!
Walk in all the works prepared
By you to exercise their grace,
Till they gain their full reward
And see your glorious face!
Hymns and Devotions for Daily Worship #2391 Lo! I come with joy to do the Master's blessed will,
him in outward works pursue, and serve his pleasure still;
faithful to my Lord's commands, I still would choose the better part,
serve with careful Martha's hands, and loving Mary's heart.
2 Thou, O Lord, my portion art, before I hence remove;
now my treasure and my heart are all laid up above,
far above all earthly things, while yet my hands are here employed,
sees my soul the King of kings, and freely talks with God.
3 O that all might know the art of living thus to thee,
find their heav'n begun below, and here thy glory see,
walk in all the works prepared by thee, to exercise their grace,
till they gain their full reward, and see thy glorious face!
Rejoice in the Lord #4701 Lo! I come with joy to do
The Master’s blessèd will,
Him in outward works pursue,
And serve His pleasure still;
Faithful to my Lord’s commands,
I still would choose the better part:
Serve with careful Martha’s hands,
And humble Mary’s heart.
2 Careful, without care I am,
Nor feel my happy toil,
Kept in peace by Jesu’s name,
Supported by His smile;
Joyful thus my faith to show,
I find His service my reward;
Every work I do below,
I do it to the Lord.
3 Thou, O Lord, in tender love
Dost all my burdens bear,
Lift my heart to things above,
And fix it ever there:
Calm on tumult’s wheel I sit,
’Midst busy multitudes, alone,
Sweetly waiting at Thy feet,
Till all Thy will be done.
4 To the desert, or the cell,
Let others blindly fly,
In this evil world I dwell,
Unhurt, unspotted, I:
Here I find a house of prayer,
To which I inwardly retire,
Walking unconcerned in care,
And unconsumed in fire.
5 Thou, O Lord, my portion art,
Before I hence remove!
Now my treasure and my heart
Are all laid up above;
Far above these earthly things
(While yet my hands are here employed)
Sees my soul the King of kings
And freely talks with God.
6 O that all the art might know,
Of living thus to Thee:
Find their Heav’n begun below,
And here Thy goodness see:
Walk in all the works prepared
By Thee to exercise their grace,
Till they gain their full reward,
And see Thy glorious face.
The Cyber Hymnal #11504