413 Jesus, Master! at Thy word

1 Jesus, Master! at Thy word I will work whate'er betide me, And I know Thou wilt, O Lord, By Thy word and Spirit guide me; At Thy word my faith shall see All things work for good to me. 2 Though my toil may seem unblest, And my lot appointed dreary, When at eve I go to rest, From my labor faint and weary; At Thy word I will each morn To my work with joy return. 3 Though I be of joys bereft, And by sorrows overtaken, Yet I know a solace left: I am not by Thee forsaken; Jesus, Thou canst aid afford, Fraught with comfort is Thy word. 4 At Thy word in faith I press Onward through this vale of sadness; By Thy grace I shall possess Victor-palms in heavenly gladness; To my latest hour, O Lord, I will trust Thee at Thy word.