In our work and in our play,
Jesus, be thou ever near,
Guarding, guiding, all the day,
Keeping in thy holy fear.
Thou didst toil, O royal Child,
In the far-off Holy Land,
Blessing labour undefiled,
Pure and honest, of the hand.
Thou wilt bless our play-hour too,
If we ask thy succour strong;
Watch o'er all we say and do,
Hold us back from guilt and wrong.
O, how happy thus to spend
Work and play-time in his sight,
Till the rest which shall not end,
Till the day which knows not night!
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