Behold Us, Lord, a Little Space

Behold us, Lord, a little space

From daily tasks set free

And met within Thy holy place

To rest awhile with Thee

Around us roils the ceaseless tide

Of business, toil, and care

And scarcely can we turn aside

For one brief hour of prayer

Yet these are not the only walls

Wherein Thou mayst be sought

On homeliest work Thy blessing falls

In truth and patience wrought

Thine is the loom, the forge, the mart

The wealth of land and sea

The world of science and of art

Revealed and ruled by Thee

Then let us prove our heavenly birth

In all we do and know

And claim the kingdom of the earth

For Thee and not Thy foe

Work shall be prayer, if all be wrought

As Thou wouldst have it done

And prayer by Thee inspired and taught

Itself with work be one


I was looking in hymnals for hymns about harvesttime and saw this one on a page and decided to use it. The words were written in 1870 by John Ellerton.
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