Have thy tools ready, God will find thee work

Have thy tools ready. God will find thee work.

For men must work and women must weep, And the sooner it's over the sooner to sleep, And good-bye to the bar and its moaning.

Tho' we earn our bread, Tom, By the dirty pen, What we can we will be, Honest Englishmen. Do the work that's nearest Though it's dull at whiles, Helping, when we meet them, Lame dogs over stiles.

It came from God, and so is Christ true, and Christ is thy God, who is in heaven and awaits thee.

And unto him that smiteth thee on the one cheek offer also the other; and him that taketh away thy cloak forbid not to take thy coat also.