Behold Us, Lord, a Little Space

Behold us

Lord

a lit­tle space

From dai­ly tasks set free

And met with­in Thy ho­ly place

To rest awhile with Thee.

Around us rolls the cease­less tide

Of bu­si­ness

toil

and care;

And scarce­ly can we turn aside

For one brief hour of pray­er.

Yet these are not the on­ly walls

Wherein Thou may’st be sought:

On home­li­est work Thy bless­ing falls

In truth and pa­tience wrought.

Thine is the loom

the forge

the mart

The wealth of land and sea

The worlds of sci­ence and of art

Revealed and ruled by Thee.

Then let us prove our heav­en­ly birth

In all we do and know;

And claim the king­dom of the earth

For Thee

and not Thy foe.

Work shall be pray­er

if all be wrought

As Thou would have it done;

And pray­er

by Thee in­spired and taught

Itself with work be one.