The poem
Teach me, my God and King, In all things Thee to see, And what I do in anything To do it as for Thee.
Not rudely, as a beast, To run into an action; But still to make Thee prepossest, And give it his perfection.
A man that looks on glass, On it may stay his eye; Or it he pleaseth, through it pass, And then the heav'n espy.
All may of Thee partake: Nothing can be so mean, Which with his 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.
nice poem