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.