O Lord, with Toil Our Days Are Filled

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.