Though lowly here our lot may be,
High work have we to do,
In faith and trust to follow Him
Whose lot was lowly, too.

Our lives, enriched with gentle thoughts
And loving deeds, may be
A stream that still the nobler grows,
The nearer to the sea.

To duty firm, to conscience true,
However tried and pressed,
In God’s clear sight high work we do,
If we but do our best.

Thus may we make the lowliest lot
With rays of glo­ry bright;
Thus may we turn a crown of thorns
Into a crown of light.