William Preston Johnston - To a Saint on Earth lyrics

MEEK Mary, thou hast chosen the better part; Then why dost thou cumber thyself with cares? The great world thou livest in onward fares, In spite of the burdens laid on thy heart; That world will wag on though thy conscience start For fear that thy work is not fully done; And yet thou art busy from rise of the sun In deeds for others in temple and mart. Thy hands are apt and thy will is strong, Thy mind is alert and thou dost not shun Toil for thy fellows; the good work begun By thee to the end must be carried along. 'Tis thus that the web of the world is spun By a Mary and Martha joined in one.