1 Weavers are we at a wonderful home,
Sometimes in sunshine and sometimes in gloom;
Weaving so slowly, one thread at a time,
Working away, till we hear the last chime.
Refrain:
Weaving, weaving a little each day,
Threads of gold and threads of gray;
Weaving in shadow and weaving in sun,
Weaving, we’re weaving till the web is done.
2 Ours not the wisdom to plan the design;
Only to follow it, line after line;
Taking our threads from the Master’s own hand,
Learning to use them, as He shall command. [Refrain]
3 Tho’ in our weakness, we make sad mistakes,
We have a Helper who never forsakes;
Take Him the tangles, and ask for His aid;
Christ is a Friend who will never upbraid. [Refrain]
4 Often the pattern looks dark to our eyes,
Heavenly beauty in mortal disguise;
On with the weaving! The gray and the gold
Finished, will sparkle with glory untold. [Refrain]
Source: Sunday-School Praises: prepared especially for use in the Sunday-School #109