Though Lowly Here Our Lot

Though low­ly here our lot may be

High work have we to do

In faith and trust to fol­low Him

Whose lot was low­ly

too.

Our lives

en­riched with gen­tle thoughts

And lov­ing deeds

may be

A stream that still the nob­ler grows

The near­er to the sea.

To du­ty firm

to con­science true

However tried and pressed

In God’s clear sight high work we do

If we but do our best.

Thus may we make the low­li­est lot

With rays of glo­ry bright;

Thus may we turn a crown of thorns

Into a crown of light.