Be set to hallow all we find,
New treasures still, of countless price,
God will provide for sacrifice.
We need not bid for cloistered cell,
Our neighbour and our work farewell;
Nor strive to wind ourselves too high
For sinful man beneath the sky.
The trivial round, the common task,
Would furnish all we need to ask; -
Room to deny ourselves; a road
To bring us daily nearer God.
Seek we no more; content with these
Let present rapture, comfort, ease,
As heaven shall bid them, come and go;
The secret this of rest below.
Only O Lord, in Thy dear love
Fit us for perfect rest above;
And help us, this and every day,
To live more nearly as we pray.”
KEBLE
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