Qui Laborat, Orat

O only Source of all our light and life,     Whom as our truth, our strength, we see and feel,     But whom the hours of mortal moral strife     Alone aright reveal!     Mine inmost soul, before Thee inly brought,     Thy presence owns ineffable, divine;     Chastised each rebel self-encentered thought,     My will adoreth Thine.     With eye down-dropt, if then this earthly mind     Speechless remain, or speechless een depart;     Nor seek to see, for what of earthly kind     Can see Thee as Thou art?     If well-assured tis but profanely bold     In thoughts abstractest forms to seem to see,     It dare not dare the dread communion hold     In ways unworthy Thee,     O not unowned, thou shalt unnamed forgive,     In worldly walks the prayerless heart prepare;     And if in work its life it seem to live,     Shalt make that work be prayer.     Nor times shall lack, when while the work it plies,     Unsummoned powers the blinding film shall part,     And scarce by happy tears made dim, the eyes     In recognition start.     But, as thou wiliest, give or een forbear     The beatific supersensual sight,     So, with Thy blessing blest, that humbler prayer     Approach Thee morn and night.