1 O grant us, God, a little space
from daily tasks set free.
We meet within this holy place
and find security.
2 Around us rolls the ceaseless tide
of business, toil, and care,
And scarcely can we turn aside
for one brief hour of prayer.
3 Yet this is not the only place
your presence may be found;
On daily work you shed your grace,
and blessings all around.
4 Yours are the workplace, home, and mart,
the wealth of sea and land;
The worlds of science and of art
are fashioned by your hand.
5 Work shall be prayer, if all be wrought
as you would have it done;
And prayer, by you inspired and taught,
shall then with work be one.
Source: The New Century Hymnal #516