Teach me, my God and King
Teach me, my God and King, In all things thee to see; And what I do in anything To do it as for thee. A man that looks on glass, On it may stay his eye; Or, if he pleaseth, through it pass, And then the heaven espy. All may of thee partake; Nothing can be so mean Which, with this tincture, FOR THY SAKE, Will not grow bright and clean. A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine; Who sweeps a room, as for thy laws, Makes that and the action fine. This is the famous stone That turneth all to gold; For that which God doth touch and own Cannot for less be told. |
Ubique ut te sciam tu, Rex, Deus, doce, et quidquid ego peragam, id peragam pro te. Is qui videt vitrum ibi oculum premat aut, ultra dirigens eum: caelum conspiciat. Omnes habent tui partem; vilissima, suscepta gratia Dei, fiunt candentia. Fit gratia Dei labor? Divinus fit: qui verrit serviens tibi pulchrum pulchre facit. Non alius lapis in aurum verteret: quod tractat Deus ipse, quis minoris aestimet? Revised May 99 |