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 to heaven espy. All may of thee partake. Nothing can be so mean Which with this tincture (_for thy sake_) Will not grow bright and clean. A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine. Who sweeps a room as for thy laws Makes that and th' action fine. This is the famous stone That turneth all to gold; For that which God doth touch and own Cannot for less be told. --George Herbert. GOD'S PRESENCE But God is never so far off As even to be near. He is within; our spirit is The home he holds most dear. To think of him as by our side Is almost as untrue As to remove his throne beyond Those skies of starry blue. So all the while I thought myself Homeless, forlorn, and weary, Missing my joy, I walked the earth, Myself God's sanctuary. I come to thee once more, my God! No longer will I roam; For I have sought the wide world through And never found a home. Though bright and many are the spots Where I have built a nest-- Yet in the brightest still I pined For more abiding rest. For thou hast made this wondrous soul All for thyself alone; Ah! send thy sweet transforming grace To make it more thine own. --Frederick William Faber. GOD IS MINE If God is mine then present things And things to come are mine; Yea, Christ, his word, and Spirit, too, And glory all divine. If he is mine then from his love He every trouble sends; All things are working for my good, And bliss his rod attends. If he is mine I need not fear The rage of earth and hell; He will support my feeble power, Their utmost force repel. If he is mine let friends forsake, Let wealth and honor flee; Sure he who giveth me himself Is more than these to me. If he is mine I'll boldly pass Through death's tremendous vale; He is a solid comfort when All other comforts fail. Oh! tell me, Lord, that thou art mine; What can I wish beside? My soul shall at the fountain live, When all the streams are dried. A PRESENT SAVIOUR I have thee every hour, Most gracious Lord, That tender voice of thine Doth peace afford. I have thee every hour, Thou stay'st near by; Temptations lose their power Since thou art nigh. I have thee every hour, In joy and pain; With me thou dost abide, And life is gain. I have thee every hour, Teach me thy will; All thy rich promises Thou dost fulfill.