Unto Thee

O Father, unto Thee we come
From far and distant yonder lands
With hoe and harrow, wheel and barrow
To offer Thee work of our hands

O Father, our hands are badly calloused
And our feet bruised and sore
We yearn for Thy yoke to be comforting
As we knock on Thy Holy door

O Father, our souls cannot cease to celebrate Thee
Gentle and merciful are Thy wondrous ways
In joys and in woes, we turn unto Thee
For Thine is true strength and amazing grace

O Father, Thy perpetual praises we sing
Thou art our stay and our rock eternally
Accept the humble offerings we bring
Our life is the song we sing unto Thee