I can’t accomplish more than I can do,
This simple truth I’m prone, O Lord, to forget,
You know I’m not the one to warm a pew,
A thankful son forgiven his mountainous debt.
But let me not in tasks and jobs be drowned,
Nor think that busy work is specially blessed,
Save me from being by constant movement bound,
That spiritual men can never sit and rest.
Let me do all I can with all my powers,
And learn to serve the Lord the efficient way,
But teach me, too, the blessing of quiet hours,
As you of work relieved the seventh day.