Christopher Upton - Woodbine - текст песни (слова)

When through the whirl of wheels, and engines humming, 
 Patiently powerful for the sons of men, 
 Peals like a trumpet promise of his coming 
 Who in the clouds is pledged to come again; 
 
 When through the night the furnace fires a-flaring, 
 Shooting out tongues of flame like leaping blood, 
 Speak to the heart of Love, alive and daring, 
 Sing of the boundless energy of God; 
 
 When in the depths the patient miner striving 
 Feels in his arms the vigour of the Lord, 
 Strikes for a kingdom and his King's arriving, 
 Holding his pick more splendid than the sword; 
 
 When on the sweat of labour and its sorrow, 
 Toiling in twilight flickering and dim, 
 Flames out the sunshine of the great to-morrow, 
 When all the world looks up because of him - 
 
 Then will he come with meekness for his glory, 
 God in a workman's jacket as before, 
 Living again the eternal gospel story, 
 Sweeping the shavings from his workshop floor. 
 
 G. A. Studdert-Kennedy, 1883-1929.