My Master Was a Worker

Verse 1 My Master was a worker,
With daily work to do,
And he who would be like Him,
Must be a worker, too:
Then welcome honest labor,
And honest labor's fare,
For where there is a worker
The Master's man is there.

Verse 2 My Master was a comrade,
A trusty friend and true,
And he who would be like Him,
Must be a comrade, too;
In happy hours of singing,
In silent hours of care,
Where goes a loyal comrade,
The Master's man is there.

Verse 3 My Master was a helper,
The woes of life He knew,
And he who would be like Him,
Must be a helper, too;
The burden will grow lighter,
If each will take a share,
And where there is a helper,
The Master's man is there.

Verse 4 Then brothers, brave and manly,
Together let us be,
For He, who is our Master,
The Man of men was He;
The men who would be like Him
Are wanted ev'rywhere,
And where they love each other,
The Master's men are there.