1 O Christ, the Master Carpenter,
high on a cross you died;
a wooden cross, with iron nails,
a spear thrust in your side.

2 O Christ, upon that Friday cross
your work on earth was done;
yet, truly, in my life today
your work has just begun.

3 O Christ, take up your workman's tools
and shape my life anew,
that I who now appear rough-hewn
may be restored by you.

4 O Christ, the Master Carpenter,
let beauty gently shine
within the workshop of my life
the praise be yours, not mine.

After H. Pink, David Mowbray (born 1938)
© David Mowbray/Jubilate Hymns
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