GOD OF MY BROTHER

Father of Workmen and Giver of Rest,
Smile on Thy sons as they build
Cities and nations who long to be blest,
Craftsmen enrolled in God's Guild.
And to my brother who toils with the rest
Where the shops roar with power,
Grant hardy courage as strong as his breast,
Bared to the task of the hour.
Send him each morning with ardor renewed
Back to his task begun;
Show him Thy face in his goals pursued
And in all work nobly done.