If we would work as Jesus worked
In days of long ago,
How full of joy our lives would be,
How banished every woe!
Did sin present itself to him
In ugly, loathsome guise?
He saw at once God's perfect child
Before his vision rise.
Then he who had been error's thrall
From that dear presence went,
Made free,—from chains belief had forged,—
By God omnipotent.
Was dread disease before him brought?
Did death present its claim?
To him appeared God's own idea,
With light of Love aflame.
That vision clear of Life and Love
Was ever with the man,
Who healed the sick and raised the dead,
In spite of error's ban.
So let us work as Jesus worked
In days of long ago,
That full of joy our lives may be,
And banished every woe!
