Teach me, my God and king,
In all things Thee to see,
And what I do in any­thing
To do it as for Thee.

A man that looks on glass,
On it may stay his eye;
Or if he pleas­eth, through it pass,
And then the hea­ven es­py.

To scorn the sens­es’ sway,
While still to Thee I tend:
In all I do be Thou the way,
In all be Thou the end.

All may of Thee par­take;
Nothing so small can be
But draws, when act­ed for Thy sake,
Greatness and worth from Thee.

If done to ob­ey Thy laws,
E’en ser­vile la­bors shine;
Hallowed is toil, if this the cause,
The mean­est work di­vine.

This is the fa­mous stone
That turn­eth all to gold;
For that which God doth touch and own
Cannot for less be sold.