1. 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. 2. Our lives, enriched with gentle thoughts And loving deeds, may be A stream that still the nobler grows, The nearer to the sea. 3. 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. 4. 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.