Do all thy acts with strictest justice square,
Lov'st thou thy neighbor, as thou lov'st thyself;
Refusing in unrighteousness to share,
Loving Christ's Kingdom, more than worldly pelf?
Does morning find thee, with its earliest beam,
Seeking each selfish purpose to control;
And, when the stars upon thy labors gleam,
Is there no stain, no burden on thy soul?
Then mayst thou rest in peace: for thee the sun
Does from his ocean-bed each morning rise;
And, when across the heavens his course is run,
For thee the dusky night his place supplies;
That thou with quiet conscience still may sleep,
While watchful stars above their vigils keep.