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The Weaver SUNLIGHT from the sky’s own heart, | |
| Flax unfolded to receive: | |
| Out of sky and flax and art, | |
| Lovely raiment I achieve— | |
| Earth a part and heaven a part, | 5 |
| God in all, for Whom I weave! | |
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The Carpenter Deep into the wood I hew, | |
| A message fell from the sun’s lip; | |
| Fire and strength it downward drew | |
| For the faggot and the ship: | 10 |
| God’s own, in the forest, grew | |
| Timber that I hew and chip. | |
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The Mason Out of clay or living rock | |
| I will make my brick or stone: | |
| At the door of God I knock, | 15 |
| Builder whose command I own, | |
| Who can birth and death unlock, | |
| And in dust can find a throne. | |
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Chorus Mighty Craftsman! craftsmen, we, | |
| Feel Thy spirit in our hands: | 20 |
| All the worlds are full of Thee— | |
| Wake our eyes and break our bands— | |
| Servants, and for ever free, | |
| Sons, and heirs of all thy lands! | |
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