WE HAMMER, hammer, hammer on and on, Day out, day in, throughout the year, In blazing heat and tempests drear; God's house we slowly heavenward rear -- We'll never see it done! We hammer, hammer, hammer, might and main. The sun torments, the rain-drops prick, Our eyes grow blind with dust so thick; Our name in dust, too, fadeth quick -- No glory and no gain! We hammer, hammer, hammer ever on. O blessed God on Heaven's throne, Dost thou take a care of every stone And leave the toiling poor alone, Whom no one looks upon? |