Lyrics
Christ has done the mighty work;
Nothing left for us to do
But to enter on His toil,
Enter on His triumph too.
His the pardon, ours the sin,
Great the sin, the pardon great;
His the good, and ours the ill;
His the love, and ours the hate.
His the labour, ours the rest;
His the death, and ours the life;
Ours the fruits of victory,
His the agony and strife.
He has sowed the precious seed,
Nothing left for us unsown;
Ours it is to reap the field,
Make the harvest joy our own.