O Lord, with toil our days are filled,
They rare­ly leave us free;
O give us space to seek for grace
In hap­py thoughts of Thee.

Yet hear us, lit­tle though we ask,
O leave us not alone;
In ev­ery thought, and word, and task,
Be near us, though un­known.

Still lead us, wan­der­ing in the dark,
Still send us hea­ven­ly food,
And mark, as none on earth can mark,
Our strug­gle to be good.