Thy hammer nails did drive and clench,
Avoiding knot, and humoring grain.
That thou didst seem thou wast indeed,
In sport thy tools thou didst not use,
Nor, helping hind's or fisher's need,
The laborer's hire too nice refuse.
Lord! might I be but as a saw,
A plane, a chisel in thy hand!
No, Lord! I take it back in awe,
Such prayer for me is far too grand.