The work-man’s worthy of his wage,
And for his service prompt his pay,
Divine this declaration.
The wages of right are breath and life,
The wages of sin are death and strife,
Paid without hesitation.
Then raise the thigh and heave your cost,
And wave the breast – this sacred cross,
The wages of the clergy,
The sacrifice would pay it’s blood,
The meat was paid to priests for food,
All pointing yet to Calvary.
Where God’s own son was sacrificed,
He – lifted, waved – our savior, Christ,
His body our communion.
Our pay is Christ, His priests, His bride,
Our sacred food, our joy, our life,
And bound in holy union.
So raise your offering to the Lord,
Support the shepherds of His word,
The worship of your tithing.
A tribe of Levites, priests of God,
Our portion bought with sacred blood,
For Jesus all our striving.