Let all thy creatures do thee service; were they not made at thy word, fashioned by a breath from thee? When thou commandest, none but must obey.
Canst thou tame the wild ox✻ to thy service, feed him at thy stall,
A true heart, my God, a heart true to thy service; its song, its music are for thee!
Look upon me and be merciful to me; rescue, with thy sovereign aid, one whose mother bore him to thy service!
A true heart, my God, a heart true to thy service; I will sing of thee and praise thee.
Mark me the man whose task is deftly done; he is for the court, no common service shall be his.
The breath of life man must resign at last; the day of his death he cannot determine; nor ever does war give release from service, nor sin discharge to the sinner.
Am I not thy servant, and to thy service born? Mortal man thou seest me, the puny creature of an hour, a mind unapt for judgement and the making of laws.
And when the nations went their several ways,✻ banded in a single conspiracy of wickedness, of one man’s innocence she still took note; Abraham must be kept irreproachable in God’s service, and steeled against pity for his own child.
How should it set forward his journeyings, that cannot walk? What service should it do, if trade he want, or skill, or good fortune, that is every way unserviceable?
So well does thy creation obey thee, its author, now exerting all its powers to punish the wicked, now abating its force to do thy loyal followers a service!
My son, if thy mind is to enter the Lord’s service, wait there in his presence, with honesty of purpose and with awe, and prepare thyself to be put to the test.
None that fears the Lord but honours the parents who gave him life, slave to master owes no greater service.
The slave that works for thee faithfully, the hireling that is pledged to thy service, injure not;
Cattle thou hast; tend them well, nor part with them while they do thee good service.
bethink thee, that without them thou hadst had no being, and repay the service they have done thee.
if wise thou wouldst be, and have the secret of discernment, and live contentedly in the service of the great.
Swift, swift comes the blessing that rewards faithful service; in one short hour its fruits ripen.
From the first, all God’s creatures are at his beck and call; to each, when he first made it, he gave its own turn of service, the principle that determines its own nature.
Wrong him, and he may run away from thy service;