Lord, let me not be too content
with life in trifling service spent--
Make me aspire!
When days with petty cares are filled,
Let me with fleeting thought be thrilled
Of something higher!
Help me to long for mental grace
To struggle with the commonplace
I daily find.
My little deeds not bring to fruit
A crop of little thought to suit
A shriveled mind.
Author Unknown
with life in trifling service spent--
Make me aspire!
When days with petty cares are filled,
Let me with fleeting thought be thrilled
Of something higher!
Help me to long for mental grace
To struggle with the commonplace
I daily find.
My little deeds not bring to fruit
A crop of little thought to suit
A shriveled mind.
Author Unknown
