In daily work and rest,
To those who seek him Christ is near,
Our bliss to calm, to soothe our care,
In leaning on his breast.
Open our eyes, O Lord, we pray,
To see our way, our Guide;
That by the path that here we tread,
We, following on, may still be led
In thy light to abide.
MAN
My God, I heard this day
That none doth build a stately habitation
But he that means to dwell therein.
What house more stately hath there been,
Or can be, than is man? to whose creation
All things are in decay.
More servants wait on man
Than he'll take notice of: in every path
He treads down that which doth befriend him,
When sickness makes him pale and wan.
O mighty love! man is one world, and hath
Another to attend him.
For us the winds do blow,
The earth doth rest, heaven move, and fountains flow;
Nothing we see but means our good,
As our delight or as our treasure;
The whole is either cupboard of our food,
Or cabinet of pleasure.
The stars have us to bed;
Night draws the curtain, which the sun withdraws;
Music and light attend our head;
All things unto our flesh are kind
In their descent and being; to our mind,
In their ascent and cause.
Since then, my God, thou hast
So brave a palace built, O dwell in it
That it may dwell with thee at last.
Till then, afford us so much wit
That, as the world serves us, we may serve thee,
And both thy servants be.
--George Herbert.
EVER WITH THEE
I am with thee, my God--
Where I desire to be:
By day, by night, at home, abroad,
I always am with thee.
With thee when dawn comes on
And calls me back to care,
Each day returning to begin
With thee, my God, in prayer.
With thee amid the crowd
That throngs the busy mart;
I hear thy voice, when time's is loud,
Speak softly to my heart.
With thee when day is done
And evening calms the mind;
The setting as the rising sun
With thee my heart shall find.
With thee when darkness brings
The signal of repose;
Calm in the shadow of thy wings
Mine eyelids gently close.
With thee, in thee, by faith
Abiding I shall be;
By day, by night, in life, in death,
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