Teach Me, My God and King

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.