How clear is our vocation, Lord,
When once we heed your call:
To live according to your word,
And daily learn, refreshed, restored,
That you are Lord of all,
and will not let us fall.
But if, forgetful, we should find
Your yoke is hard to bear;
If worldly pressures fray the mind,
and love itself cannot unwind
Its tangled skein of care:
Our inward life repair.
We marvel how your saints become
In hindrances more sure;
Whose joyful virtues put to shame
The casual way we wear your name,
And by our faults obscure
Your power to cleanse and cure.
In what you give us, Lord, to do,
Together or along,
In old routines and ventures new,
May we not cease to look to you,
The cross you hung upon -
All you endeavored done.