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 mayst 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 wouldst have it done;

And prayer, by Thee inspired and taught,

Itself with work be one.

Amen.